Tis the season and all that stuff.
When we became parents to our infuriating and amazing sons we’ve tried to make Christmas special for them, but we’ve slimmed down as the boys got older and their interests moved away from family games and movies to hanging out with their friends online, playing games and chatting and working on projects, which is great because kids should grow up and away.

This year my baking was at its most slimmed down, almost austere in it’s simplicity. I asked the family what they wanted and baked accordingly.

I made buns/rolls (from the Subway Bread recipe that I use) for leftover sandwiches (younger spawns favourite Christmas food)

But the hit of Christmas day were the Yorkshire puddings.

I’ve never had much luck with them and actually don’t like them that much, so gave up trying to make them. But, this week I just happened across a discussion on Reddit where a chef (who hates them, but makes hundreds a week) gave a beautifully sweary breakdown of how to make the perfect Yorkshires. So I gave it a go and the kids loved them, in fact managed to finish off all I made on Christmas day.

So I think I’ll be making more of the “bland pillowy bastards” for my family on a regular basis. Thank you sweary chef from England.