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Sunday, December 4, 2011

Dear Daphne Saves Christmas!

Lambs, the Pompano Beach Inquirer just landed on the doorstep. Let's see what's in the "Dear Daphne" column today!

Dear Daphne,

It's Christmas time again, and it is causing some problems at my house. My husband's relatives are all standing in my living room as I write this, demanding "figgy pudding", and refusing to leave until they've got some. Daphne, what in the living fuck is "figgy pudding"? Is there a mix? Why do my husband's relations want it so badly? I feel like I am being blackmailed, but my husband says it's no big deal, and that he can use any leftovers to caulk the bathroom. Please help!

(signed)

Hates Figgy Pudding

Stay tuned for Daphne's answer, next time! 

4 refined remarks:

hedgewitch said...

I'm not sure what it is either, but I'm glad I'm not having it for dessert.

Marion said...

Great question. Can't wait for the next installment. Love the photo. Perfect. xo

happygirl said...

Maybe the newtons in brandy would satisfy them.

FrankandMary said...

Figgy pudding tastes a heck of a lot better with Chopin vodka in it.
IJS.