About 15 years ago I made a couple of Christmas cakes laced with booze. Ever since then, no festive season is allowed to pass without me making them for the family. I made a couple yesterday* My father has been on the phone twice this week to see if I had made him one. He knows I need to "feed" them with brandy for 6 weeks before icing and is getting nervous. I call it "Sozzling". 2 tablespoons of brandy twice a week and keep turning the cakes until mid December. I swear he gets more hammered from these cakes than any plonk he downs over Christmas. I heard my 1st Christmas song on the radio yesterday too. * Yes, I know how to rock and roll an a Saturday night.
I have to make another for work. I took half a one in last year and I'm being asked about one this year too. I'll have to change my name to Mr Kipling. (Don't you dare! )
Now them bad boys would make my arm ache carrying 'em. Then you wouldn't be so charitable to share them with a have not. ps Joking bud, fookin nice.
If you’d have moved that bottle up and pushed the cakes together it would have looked like a cock and balls lol