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Christmas Pudding - A Book

I have just become a publisher - with the production of a book about the English Christmas Pudding under the publishing name 'Spiderbooks'.



The book is a tasting sample of some of the stories behind the ingredients of the Christmas Pudding. it will be in some local shops in the Kew and Richmond area, and should be on Amazon soon too.

Your feedback is welcomed! Find out more at http://www.spiderbooks.co.uk

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  1. Traditional English pudding is a food I've longed to try. I think the topic should be an interesting one for a book. I'm always looking for food-history books to read. If you can, make a version available for the Amazon Kindle.

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  2. How fantastic! Congrats!!

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  3. Thanks for the comments - it is up on Amazon UK but not yet available on Kindle - will investigate how to do this.

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  4. Anonymous7:05 am

    The inspiration:

    “Cheese is the soul of the soil. It is the purest and most romantic link between humans and the earth.” Pierre Androuet.

    The challenge:

    GK Chesterton: “The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”

    Voila: www.tastingtoeternity.com.

    This book is a poetic view of 30 of the best loved French cheeses with an additional two odes to cheese. Recipes, wine pairing, three short stories and an educational section complete the book.

    A unique and amusing Christmas present for all food lovers

    Enjoy

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