Fortunately, Guy Fawkes (aka “Guido” – but no relation to the Guidos of Jersey Shore) was foiled in his attempt to blow up Parliament in 1605.
Nevertheless, the British were far more successful in burning down the White House during the War of 1812. In any event, Gourmay celebrates Guy Fawkes day not by burning straw effigies of the “Good Guido,” but by engaging in a mind-numbing ritual that celebrates the culinary artistry of the British Empire: The Royal Christmas Cake.
For the past two years, I have tried my best to provide detailed instructions furnished by Jacques “She Who Must Be Obeyed” Dennis on how to make the Royal Christmas Cake. Now that Jacques has become an American citizen – no doubt to take advantage of the many offline benefits of ObamaCare – I suspect she will be buying her Christmas pudding at WalMart like the rest of us “folks” who have had our medical insurance cancelled.
Nevertheless, for those die-hard Red Coats, I am alerting you that Guy Fawkes day is the time to begin preparations for the Royal Christmas Cake that needs to “age” for two months before you can eat it.
Best eaten after aged grouse and a bottle of vintage port. Rule Britannia!
P.S. Queen Elizabeth II will be thrilled to know that Thérèse will be making the Royal Christmas Cake again this year.