I’ve no stomach for all this Christmas food craziness
IT’S only 43 days to Christmas – and already my mind is well and truly boggled.
As far as Christmas goes in the Lloyd household, I’ll happily chew humbugs until the day before Christmas Eve.
Many of you, however, like to make it a two-month-long Tinsel Fest.
My mission so far to avoid watching the John Lewis Christmas advert has been successful.
But I’ve had less success avoiding the Christmas spirit on shopping trips, which is, of course, entirely understandable.
I don’t mind shopping, but I do turn into the Christmas Grinch when it comes to how the big firms think they are clever by adding “Christmas flavour” to practically everything.
For example, the Costa Christmas menu features coffees and hot chocolates flavoured and inspired by Quality Street, Terry’s Chocolate Orange and After Eight.
The Quality Street Purple One Latte features a “rich caramel chocolate sauce and roasted hazelnut syrup, topped with a light dairy swirl, and drizzled with a caramel chocolate sauce”, to create a drink inspired by the purple-wrapped Quality Street chocolate. Costa also sell a canned version of “Gingerbread Latte”. Call me old-fashioned, but I like my coffee tasting of... er... coffee. I won’t even add milk and sugar. Come Christmas Eve, I may push the boat out and add something to my coffee, but it will be a splash of single malt rather than a Terry’s Chocolate Orange. Meanwhile, in another corner in the Crazy World of Christmas, the chefs at Morrisons have come up with a festive pizza range. It includes a Chocolate Gingerbread pizza, hand-topped with snow-shaped marshmallows to create a mini snow scene, and a Pigs in Blankets pizza, topped with pigs in blankets, chicken and cranberry sauce. Total heresy, of course, and a shocking abuse of our treasured pigs in blankets. If these crazy ideas carry on, I feel a campaign coming on to “Save Our Treasured Christmas Food”. Whatever next? Chocolate Brussels sprouts? What’s that you say? They’re on the shelves already? Oh no! Wake me up when we get to December 24; it’s all too much for my taste!