A new poll from YouGov this week finds that just 58% of Londoners think it’s completely acceptable to include a Yorkshire pudding in a Christmas dinner.
Following a rife debate in the firstlight office, we got the team to wade into the debate.
A healthy debate, even at Christmas, plays an important role in keeping the world turning. However, I was truly shocked to hear some of my fellow colleagues’ views around Yorkshire puddings – namely the fact that for some, they have no place on a Christmas dinner.
Yorkshires are a classic staple of any self-respecting roast. So why should Christmas day be any different?
Of course, we all know and love the other – dare I say more ‘novelty’ –
Christmas items you’ll find on your plate (cough, pigs in blankets, cough). I understand that foodstuffs like these are perhaps more typically associated with Christmas. But that doesn’t have to mean there’s no place for the humble Yorkshire pud.
I’d even go so far as to say that without Yorkshires, you risk
overwhelming the plate with those heavier and richer Christmas items.
Yorkshires are crisp, they’re fluffy, they soak up your gravy in a way that no other element of your meal will – and there’s no shame in having them on your plate.
If you err on the side of leaving Yorkshires out come December 25th, I
implore you to give it a go this Christmas. Once you do, you might just
Personally, I was staggered to read that more than two thirds of the UK population think a Yorkshire in a Christmas dinner is “completely acceptable”.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a good Yorkshire pudding. And I make a mean one. Yes they are a British staple, but they simply don’t have a place on my Christmas dinner table.
In my household, it’s all about the traditional Christmas trimmings – pigs in blankets, brussels sprouts, stuffing and parsnips. Hold the Yorkshire puddings for the roast beef and free up your plate for all of the Christmas delectables that only come out once a year.
Plus, oven space always comes at a premium on Christmas Day and the best Yorkshire puddings require due time and attention. The last thing you need is someone opening the oven to check the turkey just at that critical moment of elevation and deflating the yorkies.
But it seems I may be in the minority. And little else appears to get people as riled up as the fiercely passionate traditions of their Christmas feast.
I will admit I am intrigued as to how the Yorkshire pudding fits on the festive plate – is it a bed for the pigs in blankets? A vehicle for the bread sauce? For now, I’ll leave that to others to find out…