When you were a kid did you eat everything that appeared on the Christmas table?
The arch-enemy of all young kids in Sixties Britain were brussels sprouts. For some reason these mini cabbage poop bombs simply did not agree with young constitutions and children would rather drink a glass of gravy than scoff a brussel!
I must admit I was never that keen on Christmas pudding myself. You know, the steamed dome of raisins and suet often set alight by a tipsy adult. I liked the custard that went with it but only asked for a bit of pud.
How did it go for you at the Christmas dinner back in the day?