The feasts of Christmas past

My family of origin was not big on celebrations. My father would carve the (cold smoked) ham, but leave everything else to my mother, who did not love her place in the kitchen. Christmas, for me, evokes memories of said sliced ham, mangoes, cherries and a Lions Christmas cake, which I loathed and never ate. For my friends in the northern hemisphere this probably sounds exotic at best, or an...