I love Bonfire Night, with its promise of bangers in the sky, and on the plate. There’s just something about that evocative smell of cordite; the taste of charred sausages and hot jacket potatoes cooked in the embers of a dying fire, and the general anarchic bonhomie that the Fifth of November encourages, year in, year out.
My American friends are bewildered by our November fire festival. I admit that from their perspective on the other side of The Pond, it could look (dare I say it) a trifle pagan. Especially with all those rum goings-on down in Lewes, with its cliquey Bonfire Societies, Wicker-Man type effigies, and night time parades through the narrow streets.
So if you’re heading out to watch the fireworks tonight, you’ll want something to keep the cold out and what better way to do that than filling by your hip flask with a punchy, warming, alcohol-infused Mulled Cider.
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