Now that Christmas is merely a hazy memory akin to my recollection of the precise location that I last parked my car, I feel the need to do a post-mortem analysis on the whole sorry affair, focusing in particular on a cornerstone of the festive foundations; mince pies. It’s a Deal, it’s a Steal. On the second day of January this year I was re-stocking our pantry at the local comestibles super-emporium when I picked …
