Christmas is now the only time of the year I make trifle. Growing up it was a mainstay of my grandmother's birthday and Christmas tables, but the tradition now firmly sits within the festive period.There's something wonderfully decadent about the layers of creamy comfort, the hit of booze and the digging down to the bottom … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: just a little trifle, please!
Growing up in the 1980s there were so many things which 'made' Christmas. One of the main questions being, were your family 'Team Quality Street' or 'Team Roses'? My parents were firmly 'Team Roses', whilst my paternal Grandmother was 'Team Quality Street'.Of course, this was in the day when a tin of chocolates was really … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Down Memory Lane