The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: just a little trifle, please!

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!