Christmas Food

Didn’t stop drinking until about 3.30am this morning, got out of bed about 11am today and now have to go to my mother in law’s house and face a full roast beef dinner…. I just wanna curl up in a ball and rock myself to sleep ffs
I'd eaten to much to make any headway into the drinks. I gave up with a double brandy at 2am. Roast beef boxing day dinner sounds magic.
You can curl up in a food coma later. Don't forget the horseradish, it'll help slip a couple of glasses of red through.
 

I'd eaten to much to make any headway into the drinks. I gave up with a double brandy at 2am. Roast beef boxing day dinner sounds magic.
You can curl up in a food coma later. Don't forget the horseradish, it'll help slip a couple of glasses of red through.
No alcohol today thank god, driving back to work early tomorrow morning, 3 days rest for my liver. Also thinking of skipping the ale over new year and will probably stay off it for the whole of January too the way I’m feeling today
 
No alcohol today thank god, driving back to work early tomorrow morning, 3 days rest for my liver. Also thinking of skipping the ale over new year and will probably stay off it for the whole of January too the way I’m feeling today
we all have gallant and heroic ideas in the hours we're shaking off the night before...
 

A BOXING DAY POO

You sit upon the toilet
With everything prepared
You're feeling quite excited but
A little bloody scared!

That huge amount of Christmas nosh
Has turned into a log
And now the fateful time has come
To flush it down the bog!

But first you must expel the beast
And so you start to strain,
You bite down on a piece of wood
To take away the pain

But oh my god, its bloody huge
It's like you're giving birth!
You sweat and push and swear and shake
and strain for all your worth.

And then that magic moment comes,
That fills your soul with cheer,
A turd the size of King Kongs arm
Emerges from your rear.

And like a bomb it hits the pan
Thus lightening your mood,
And making room inside your guts
For lots more Christmas food!
 
A BOXING DAY POO

You sit upon the toilet
With everything prepared
You're feeling quite excited but
A little bloody scared!

That huge amount of Christmas nosh
Has turned into a log
And now the fateful time has come
To flush it down the bog!

But first you must expel the beast
And so you start to strain,
You bite down on a piece of wood
To take away the pain

But oh my god, its bloody huge
It's like you're giving birth!
You sweat and push and swear and shake
and strain for all your worth.

And then that magic moment comes,
That fills your soul with cheer,
A turd the size of King Kongs arm
Emerges from your rear.

And like a bomb it hits the pan
Thus lightening your mood,
And making room inside your guts
For lots more Christmas food!

TLDR
 

For me, custard has to be exactly the right consistency & temperature or I can't cope, it turns my stomach. Same with tomato soup.
Tend to have cream or Brandy butter on Christmas pud instead.
As long as its reasonably thick in consistency. Cannot abide thin, runny custard which you sometimes see some of the TV chefs make (they give it fancy French names sometimes- its still custard, but wrong).
 
Cold custard is the best custard
Whereas...

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