During the afternoon we ate chocolates solidly. The boys and I had two helpings of all three! We then had Plum Pudding, Mince-Pies, Trifle and every kind of dessert. Oyster Soup and Turbot went down without undue zest, but then came Roast Turkey, Boiled Turkey and an enormous Sirloin of Beef. I was a skinny child, appearing delicate, but actually of robust health and perpetually hungry! The boys of the family and I used to vie with each other as to who could eat the most on Christmas Day.
The Christmas fare was of gargantuan proportions. It’s a collection of six short stories but only the first one, the title story, has any Christmas connection.Īs Agatha Christie explained in her Foreword this story was an ‘indulgence‘, recalling the Christmases of her youth, spent at Abney Hall: She created two of the most famous detectives in literature, the moustached Belgian super-sleuth Hercule Poirot and the deceptively genteel village investigator Miss Marple, as well as creating the longest running stage play The Mousetrap.It seemed the right time of year to read The Adventure of the Christmas Pudding and a Selection of Entrées by Agatha Christie. The reigning queen of crime, Agatha Christie’s life took her from her home in the Devon countryside to Cairo, Australia and, of course, a journey on the Orient Express. What links these five baffling cases? The little grey cells of Monsieur Hercule Poirot!Īgatha Christie's seasonal Poirot and Marple short story collection has now been reissued with a striking new and exclusive cover design. The strange case of the dead man who altered his eating habits.Īnd the puzzle of the victim who dreamt his own suicide. Next, an overheard quarrel that led to murder.
Then the discovery of a corpse in a chest. ‘Me – I am not an Englishman,’ said Hercule Poirotįirst came a sinister warning to Poirot not to eat any plum pudding. ‘A good old-fashioned Christmas!’ Mr Jesmond stressed it.
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