To wonder why so few people dislike Christmas pudding?

[malificent7]

It's delicious... especially with brandy butter and cream.
Dont get ne wrong... I live all the alternatives like trifle, oavlova and chocolate log but you cannot beat Christmas pud.
This year im going to make Mary Berry's Christmas pudding icecream too!

Aggggrrrr... title should have read.. why do so few people LIKE xmas pudding!!

Because it's horrible!

Do you mean LIKE christmas pudding, as you put dislike...?

I hate it. My mum and dad seem surprised every year when I say I don't want any.
I'm 48. I've never eaten it.

Because it contains the mankiest combination of boak-worthy ingredients. It is like a weird form of christmas punishment.

Only edible when fried IMHO.

My DH loves it, weirdo.

It's horrible, and so are mince pies!

Mince pies and christmas cake can fuck the fuck off too.

It's rank. Mum buys one every year yet no fucker eats it.

Ha! X post thomas!!

Because it's ick.

As are mince pies...

Not really keen on turkey either...

Shoot me 😑🔫

Whenever I have eaten it, I felt like someone had a personal vendetta against my taste buds.

I love it. After Christmas, I go and buy them heavily reduced in the shops and eat some more!

I like it, but it's so heavy, too filling.

If it's so great, why do people only have it once a year, hmmm?

Because it's horrid. Sticky, nasty, over fruity, lumpen ball of ming!

I hate malt loaf too, its basically just stealth christmas pudding, disguised as a cake.

Grim. And mince pies.

In fact, anything with high density dried fruit.

Which is odd, as I like dried fruit in muesli.

I flipping love Christmas pud. With Brandy butter, vanilla ice-cream, snarffle snarffle.

It's yuck as are mince pies and Christmas cake. I detest them all.

I love it but I don't like brandy butter!

Fried? Did I read that right, fried?

It's foul, we have sticky toffee pudding for Christmas lunch.

I like that a lot of people dislike it. More for me.

I like it with ice cream AND custard. AMAZING.

Mmm Christmas Pudding