Some French chefs would de prive us of our Jegend that it was King Ethelbert of Kent who in: vented the Christmas plumpudding. It is, they say, a descendant of the Brittany fare, itself descended substitute for chicken, made up of pounded monkey-nuts, and panada, flavoured with mite But Christmas is changing. Until this century, Yuletide had been a home festival, with evergreens for decoration, Each year it becomes more markedly a public restaurant feast, brilliant with knickknacks of paper.
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