Nothing like a good old kitchen ‘spat’ at Christmas
IT was the first fight of Christmas, and possibly the one with the most at stake. Call me misguided or pathetic — or both — but one of the best things about the festive season was the post-baking, pre-washing-up wooden spoon.
The one with the remnants of the Yule log’s chocolate icing was a particular favourite, and usually by the time we came to do battle over it, competition in the kitchen had been whittled down to just two — my mother and me.





