The neighbors invited us over for some Christmas Eve dinner. He’s British, she’s German. His sister flew in from England last night, dealing with the entire Heathrow mess that’s been going on for a week now. But she made it.
Complete with Christmas Pudding. First made back in October, complete with fruit, bread and rum. Stored to meld together. All ingredients becoming one for our pleasure tonight.
Topped with cognac. Lit on fire.
Only one word can describe this culinary delicacy –
“Sex in your mouth”!
Merry Christmas, y’all!