I misread the title thinking it would be some sort of indoor flâneur, but instead it was the opposite — less surprising, perhaps, but a delightful little essay.

I misread the title thinking it would be some sort of indoor flâneur, but instead it was the opposite — less surprising, perhaps, but a delightful little essay. Plum pudding on fire was a Christmas staple growing up, and I kept up the tradition when I moved out. I will say the traditional Christmas dinner makes more sense in the northern hemisphere winter!