I lost control of the roasting tin as I hauled the massive cooked turkey out of the oven, and turkey fat slopped over the kitchen floor, turning the path to the Christmas table into a skating rink just as people were heading there. All our guests had to clutch the worktops and edge round it. Then the cat stepped in and slid gracefully from one end to the other.
We’ve had a turkey crown ever since.
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