Only the French

Picture the scene

The week before Christmas. Tensions and excitements are running high. Staff are all busy decorating the tree and the hotel. Hours are being spent on the plans for Santa's Visit, for making Christmas magic and for Christmas Dinner. Christmas songs have been playing on repeat for what sees like weeks, even if the song 'Driving Home for Christmas' has been banned because it makes me cry.

A few days before the big day itself I was summoned to the kitchen to be told that there was a bit of a problem.

'Err you know the Turkeys that were delivered'

'Yes'

'The ones that we were going to cook on Christmas day and have as the centrepiece for every table'

'Yes'

'The ones that I and all the other chefs were going to go out and carve for all the guests'

'Yes'

'They go out of date on Christmas Eve'.


Christmas turkeys that go out of date on Christmas Eve

Only the French would deliver those