Yorkshire Pudding with Xmas Dinner

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I wasn't aware that Yourkshire pud engendered flatulence. Surely that's down to a surfeit of sprouts washed down with sausage and chestnut stuffing and gallons of Imperial Oatmeal Death Stout!

Come to think of it, wasn't it a Death Stout that originally made the Force shudder, or am I getting mixed up?
The absence of Yorkshire Pudding in a roast dinner is enough to align jedi and sith alike!!!
 
Why not if you want it. Over indulgence is what the Christmas dinner is all about! We might have them, depends if the wife can be bothered. Definitely pigs in blankets and stuffing balls though.

Now then another one: Roast spuds and mashed potato?
 
"I felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened"

I am in the same boat as the Baron and my lad wouldn't eat them so little point in SWMBO bothering-

Baron posted -
"I do not have yorkshire pudding nowadays at Crimbo as SWMBO makes so many veggies and trimmings its too much"
 
Same here Chippy just have rosties now the Christmas dinner has about 4 veggies plus chestnut stuffing and pigs in blankets as a minimum plus anything else SWMBO can conjure up from watching hundreds of cooking programmes. Nice but OTT
 
Personally I'd rather have a steaming hot curry with all trimmings for Christmas day (and every other day for that matter). But I live with others who prefer a traditional Christmas Day lunch. And a Yorkshire pudding, whilst a perfectly fine thing, has no place in such a meal. It's basically just padding that takes up valuable digestive space that could be better utilised for stuffings, bread sauce, pigs in blankets and the other things that make Christmaaaaaaaaaas dinner bearable
 
we had roast pebbles from the canal when we could afford 'em.

Pebbles from a canal what luxury, we had to dig our pebbles up carry them 5 miles to the hole in the ground we called home where mother would wash them in a bucket of dirty water before serving them cold as we couldn't afford a fire, happy days.
 
Luxury our parents used to make us get up half an hour before we went to bed then lick road clean wi tongue eat handful of gravel and when we got home they would thrash us to death with a broken bottle then dance on our graves singing hallelujah, you tell the young uns today and they won't believe ya
 
Being a sound Lincolnshire lad, I refuse to have anything Yorkshire on my plate*. So it's a firm no from me.



* amazingly, in the fractious times we live in, some people actually think I'm being serious when I say this (which I do quite a lot). Just in case there are such humourless souls about today - that is a joke. I just don't like Yorkshire pudding.
 

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