CSI; MORRISONS

Price £2.20

FESTIVITY OF PACKAGING

Orange. The colour orange, festooned with Christmas Trees. They've put all their creative juices into the joined up font on the word "Christmas" on the label, and done the 14 year-old girl's star above the lower case "i" thing. Kind of festive, I suppose, but not as festive as a picture of a Polar bear high fiving Santa. The Christmas Trees are plentiful and of a faux-retro style. I reckon Wayne Hemmingway has pyjamas like this, but that's just speculation. A clunky, half-thought out design, but with a lot of Christmas Trees.

6

DEPTH OF FILLING

Reasonable. I can see everything on offer, it's well spread and there's no deceitful centreloading. The bread's a bit thin and not appealing looking. It's not very exciting this sandwich. It looks fine. A sandwich you'd be happier introducing to your parents over your mates. It's a Ford Focus. I reckon I could comfortably manage a Snickers after this. And a mug of milk.

6

RATIO OF FILLING

Initially, I am heartened by the look of this. There's plenty of poultry, evenly spread. The bacon looks well judged, good coverage, but thin enough to dispel worry it'll overpower the bird. I do worry this might be an arrid sandwich, as there's not much of the ruby red around. Cranberry is the Rebecca Loos of the Christmas Sandwich. It's there to lube up the bacon. Not enough and we may have a problem. Ingredient information initially allays those fears, but flags up other issues. Not as good as I thought.

7



OVERALL FLAVOUR

BITE. Stuffing first, and it tastes pretty decent. Tastes homemade, but by someone who's only *quite* good at cooking. By the end of the last chew, as if beckoned by the Trashmen, the turkey surfs in on the wake of the stuffing. The bird is the word. And it's pretty good. The second bite encompasses all aspects of the sandwich, but tastes like the first, although now the turkey is dominant. There is actually very little flavour from the the bacon that appeared so well judged and, as predicted, the cranberry is nowhere to be found in my fowl-filled-face. The bread's pretty dry and the cranberry's doing nothing to help it. The last little bacon piggy has gone "wee wee wee wee" all the way nowhere. He just stayed in his flat, watching Morecambe and Wise. When he pokes his head round the door, he throws a trotterfull of salt at my tongue, then goes back inside. The turkey is left to sweep bits of stuffing up from his doorstep, rub them into his feathers, then slip down my gullet. A strong start, but a poor finish.

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12 SANDWICHES OF CHRISTMAS SCORING;

FESTIVITY; 6
FILLING; 6.5
FLAVOUR; 5.5

OVERALL- 6

Conclusion;

Plain. I don't think I ever really expected anything other than average from this. It tastes like a turkey and stuffing sandwich, but it doesn't taste like Christmas.