Consider a spherical turkey…
Well, there was no turkey, but there were nine physicists – and to make the calculations easier, a lot of them probably considered it spherical…
It was the second year running that I’d cooked our little group a christmas dinner: 4 courses, again, and a lot of fun. I started off with filo-wrapped goats cheese and basil – an idea stolen from Emmanuel. The main course was a corn-fed chicken, and two pheasants: the latter being £6.50 for a brace on the market! The previous day, I’d made bread sauce, cranberry sauce, pigs-in-blankets, and sausagemeat stuffing. The whole course being completed with goose-fat roasted potatoes and parsnips and, of course, sprouts.
This was followed with an experimental, and not overly successful, pecan and cranberry sponge… back to the drawing board. Everyone brought wine to go with these courses, but for the fourth I served slices of my christmas cake, and Blandy’s Duke of Clarence madeira. It wasn’t a century old, but it was still rather good.
All that was left was for nine rather more spherical physicists to sleep off the excess and waddle to the lab the next day…