Actually, not everyone eats Christmas pud here and I predict that, come Boxing Day, most of it will have been tossed in the bin. But it wouldn't be Christmas without one.
I made ours yesterday using a Good Housekeeping recipe I first tried when I was still at school. It requires the addition of a third of a pint of strong ale and in previous years I've been loyal to the brewery whose brightly lit magnet sign hung outside my bedroom window when I was growing up. This year, however, I threw caution to the wind and bought a bottle of Theakston's which the mister was only too willing to finish off once the pud was mixed. He was welcome to it.
Beer is not my tipple and I've only managed to drink it once in my life, at an end of term celebration in the pub when I was 18 (ish). I was told afterwards it was all rather, erm, messy. It proved to be very costly, too, as I managed to lose not only my dignity but also my purse. It had contained the money I'd been collecting from fellow students for concert tickets I'd somehow been tasked by the students' union with flogging.
As if all of that wasn't enough, this was the memorable occasion I was first introduced to the mister. Due to effects of the afore mentioned imbibing, I probably wasn't looking my best. But the rest, as they say, is history......