It's that Yorkshire Pudding thing.
New Years Day approaches rapidly, and I get to pick the meal, as long as I'm doing the cooking:
Prime Rib of Beef (just 'cuz I like it; 1 degree above rare). Pomme Frites (to remind us of our peasant heritage) . Fresh Green Beans & Onion (to invoke the hope of spring). Fresh (hot) horseradish (to recall that all prosperity comes with pain)...
And Yorkshire Pudding.
My last 3 attempts have failed - two 'rocks' and one 'swamp', if you get my meaning. The best I ever had was made by my ex-Mother-in-Law (pbuh). Warm. Soft. Sweet. Substantial. The pudding, I mean.
If you, your wife, your Mum, or your favorite chef, have a detailed, but (hopefully) not-too-complicated (remember: it's New Years) recipe, I'd be eternally grateful to see/read it.
Otherwise, I'll hafta fire up the grill and burn some burgers, hot dogs, and chicken. And the family will hate me again, whilst showing me smiling faces. I know what they're thinking...
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