On Christmas Day, Dad, Nick, Pete and I are eating out in a local pub, because Dad’s bachelor pad isn’t equipped for festive catering. We had to choose our meal in advance, and here is the dilemma:
- Vegetable soup with stilton croutons
- Duck liver pate with a cranberry jelly
- Goat cheese and sundried tomato ciabatta
- Prawn cocktail with shavings of salmon in a marie rose sauce
- Drunken mushrooms, doused in brandy.
What’s a pregnant woman to eat?