I didn't know plum/Christmas pudding was made with suet.

*lip wibbles*
Re: Yes
Yep. My grandma made this disgusting thing right up through 2004 and made us all eat it, and always complained about how hard it was to find suet for sale anywhere. It tastes terrible, for the record, but hey, it was tradition!
From days of yore when people didn't get enough calories, this was the atom bomb of caloric goodness. But they take 8-10 hours of stemaing to make palatable. PS They are dreadful. The word "stodgy" was invenited for this creation.
It's funny how I saw the Borg scales ad before this one.... As this looks straight our of STTNG's Borg Habitat.
it looks like a charcoal tab. you know, the kind they give dogs after they eat something they're not supposed to have eaten.
I question the assertion that this thing will be famous "for years." I don't remember EVER seeing it on anybody's holiday table in the 70s.
Pudding of *Eeeeeeeevil*. I've seen Christmas puddings before, but they never looked so...charred and soul-sucking.
Well, suet, refined by rendering, becomes tallow. And that's what McDonald's cooked their fries in for a long, long time, until they stopped in the 90s. Now they use a beef flavoring to get at the same end result. (For a long time, that wasn't widely known, and that lead to lawsuits and an eventual apology.)

Tallow was long used for candles and soap, and in fact, it's still used in many of the bar soaps you find on the shelves at the supermarket. (Scroll down to "Soaps" on this page for a list.)
Everything about this ad scares me. Blackened, unedible looking food. Obviously unsupervised children out sledding in their summer clothes, one of whom is about to have a busted tailbone. An evil-looking child with gray hair not wearing pants. Animal fats. The threatening taunt to make it myself (I assume the entire phrase should read: "Well, if you don't like the way I make it, go on--make it yourself!").
It's like every family Christmas I have ever had! You bet this gets a yes!
LOL you wimps, all of you. Eat your Christmas pudding and be glad you have it. And be sure to bite down hard on the possible coin inside. :D

Dickens had this to say: "Mrs Cratchit left the room alone -- too nervous to bear witnesses -- to take the pudding up and bring it in... 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")

Edited at 2011-12-11 05:29 pm (UTC)