via guardian.co.uk
We would always spend Christmas at my grandparents' farm in the 50s and 60s. We'd go to mass on Christmas Eve, and we'd be in front of the big chimney on Christmas morning. From the beginning I was aware of how important food was at Christmas – there was always a big white tablecloth out, and the best china.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2010/nov/14/recipe-roast-goose-pierre-...
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