The rest of the roast has been divided into three parts (like Gaul) and eaten by us, eaten by the cats, sliced or chopped and put into the freezer with what remains of the gravy.
Dessert eaten up.
After 50 odd years of planning and keeping Christmas, I no longer cook more than I know we either can eat or freeze for later.
Innocent question has left me depressed
Soop's kitchen for kindly folk.