It was an okay-to-slightly mediocre xmas, foodwise; the taste was there but it was a C- presentation situation.
The turkey was really nice, thanks to my patented bard the everliving shit out of it technique involving half a block of butter and lashings of belly bacon. I sit it in about half a litre of stock, push butter under the skin and cook covered for the first few hours, removing the foil and bacon to brown.
And that is Malaysian sago pudding with coconut cream and sugar syrup, not a bashful loofah ducking out of a bukkake party. I did warn you about crap presentation.
You can't really fuck sago pudding up so it was still oddly delicious in that spongey not-jelly sort of way. Which reminds me- there is still some rogue sago hiding in the fridge.
Bye suckas 😍
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