Christmas always reminds me of my Nanny Norma and Grandad Ken. And when I think of them in regards to food, I think pie and mash and the kind of gravy that sticks to the roof of your mouth.
Unfortunately they both died when I was very young, so I don’t have an authentic family recipe, and it being so close to Christmas, shop-bought will do. Except the mash – who can’t cook mash?!