We only have a turkey crown these days but even the whole ones don't seem to produce the lovely stock that turns into the jelly and fat.
I never really liked the Christmas dinner as a child but I loved Boxing Day; we always had bubble and squeak to go with cold turkey and a cold buffet tea.
One of my most enduring memories of Christmas (probably about 1965) was when the trifle froze solid. It had been left on the larder shelf. We put this confection on top of the calor gas heater until it thawed enough to be eaten. It must have been a freezing cold day as we had this heater on as well as a coal fire!
Cold or not, we ate this melting mess of a half thawed out trifle and told each other what a merry Christmas it had been.
Our name should have been CRATCHIT!
