Not In My Name! I love Christmas me. It is an overblown, over-commercialised load of old horse sh.it for the most part but I actually look forward to it. We were in danger of losing Christmas in the Grove household many moons ago, my mum said she'd had enough of the stress and wanted to book us into somewhere for lunch but I spat the dummy. She gave me the ultimatum that if I wanted Christmas at home I had to do the cooking. I've been knocking out superb Christmas dinners ever since. Apart from the year I forgot about the broccoli and it was black sludge by the time I got to it. And apart from the year I turned the gas off the spuds while I did other stuff and by the time I got round to putting them in the oven for roasting they were pretty much mashed potatoes. I salvaged the firmest ones for roasting, mashed the rest with cream and piped them out, brushed with egg wash and did them as Duchess potatoes instead. Saved the day.