The reader writes:

My husband is British, and I pretend I am at Christmas so we can feast on rib roast and Yorkshire puddings.

After 40 years of making the puddings, I’ve got ’em down, or rather waaaaay up!! Are these skyscrapers or what? ! Note there’s nothing on my plate like peas or potatoes — I don’t want anything to get between me and the beef & Yorkshire pudding. No, they’re NOT popovers, those puny imitations. I was wondering — as I slathered mine with butter & salt — when the Yorkshire pudding that came over on the ship from Yorkshire turned into the American popover. Any why??

God bless us, every one!

The reader writes:

We just moved to the Dallas area a few months ago. It’s our first Christmas with no extended family and no Ham (if with my in laws) or Pernil (if with my Dominican family) and especially without most of my kitchen supplies which are in storage while we wait to move into a house. However we made do with what we had available. Chicken cordon bleu, asparagus, mashed potatoes and a Riesling. Our only centerpiece is an advent wreath my son made at his preschool. I got a kick out of him proudly explaining the meaning behind each candle.

The reader writes:

We kept it very simple this year – lamb roast, steamed veggies, garlic mashed potatoes (made with duck fat and chicken stock instead of butter and cream due to milk allergies – not bad substitutes at all), and red wine (Ernie Els Big Easy, a solid South African Shiraz blend). My mother-in-law is here with us this year – a genuine blessing – but other than that our families are all in North America, hence the computer set up at the head of the table for video calls with everyone back home.

[Note From Rod: I’m going to update this VFYT over the next couple of days as more photos come in, with the newer ones at the top. Scroll down to catch the earliest ones. Please send yours in, but remember the rules: don’t make it a view of your table, but rather a view from your table, capturing some of the context in the room or setting. And as always, no faces; I can’t publish photos with faces.]