Here’s proof that even if you’re in North Hampshire, surrounded by snow, and sans enfants…
Even if you’re a little worse for wear after crawling through the snow to midnight mass sloshed after numerous Christmas drinkies, and even if your Englishman is hell-bent that the only BBQ he’ll use is charcoal (not gas! God no!)
Even if you have to drink a spurned can of beer because it was the wrong kind for cooking purposes, and after a bottle of Champers too….
Here’s proof in the pudding that you can have a Kiwi Christmas in Blighty, complete with beer can chicken and prawns on the Barbie! And it can feel like home.
and the finished product.
oh yeah, the pudding was Pavlova, of course!
