Alison Pearson: Why Christmas isn't the time to trifle with traditions that bring our families together
EACH family has its own Christmas traditions. For instance, every year Himself insists on making bread sauce from scratch. He steeps, he stirs, he crumbs, he cloves. After hours of infinite pains, the bread sauce always looks like wallpaper paste.
For all I know, it tastes like wallpaper paste, but we will never find out. You see, the time-honoured fate of Himself's bread sauce is that it gets forgotten or lost under a pile of cracker debris or an oven glove discarded at the height of the parsnip frenzy.
Not Eating the Bread Sauce is a key component of our Christmas, a tradition more honoured in the breach than in the observance, but much loved none the less.