Am about to have some pudding which brings back memories.
My Mum – long dead and RIP – was a prolific home baker.
Christmas cake for the current year was made 2 years before and regularly ‘refreshed’ with port and/or brandy while it was maturing.
Christmas puds – always steamed so the house was like an aromatic turkish sauna for days; wonderful……
On the day, everyone said Oh yes, pudding please but no-one ate much so the bin was filled up quickly.
My mother, being Irish, knew this so was ‘careful’ with portion sizes; Boxing Day breakfast was dry fried christmas pudding – J****s tru****g h c****t, food of the gods.
Don’t start me on mince pies…….

I quite like Christmas Pud (not cake) but rarely eat much (if any) as I’m too stuffed.

I really, really do like the sound of your Boxing Day breakfast though. Perfect fuel for a Boxing Day ride, me thinks

I was really lucky I was the only one who liked Christmas cake in my house.
My nan and mum made the cakes and puddings early in the year, constantly feeding them. It’s always disappointing when someone else gives me some Christmas cake.

You have got my mouth watering. I have just had a look and it’s 48 days to cake day.