Christmas Pudding, A Christmas Carol
Hallo. A great deal of steam. The pudding was out of the
copper. A smell like a washing-day. That was the cloth.
A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook’s next door
to each other, with a laundress’s next door to that. That
was the pudding. In half a minute Mrs Cratchit entered —
flushed, but smiling proudly — with the pudding, like a
speckled cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing in half
of half-a-quartern of ignited brandy, and bedight with
Christmas holly stuck into the top.”
– A Christmas Carol, Stave 3: The Second of the Three Spirits
