If you’re a follower of my Instagram stories (quick plug, they’re great, get ’em by following me on Instagram) then you’ll know that I’ve spent much of November wandering around supermarkets to ogle at their Christmas food. I love that about this time of year, there’s just so much to look at. I like to imagine that there are special festive food task forces that sit around in meetings all year round thinking this stuff up (for the record, I think that would probably be my dream job). In the Morrison’s bakery section this year you’ll find a packet of five stollen cookies for just under a quid. Tom bought them for me, I ate them all, they were excellent. So excellent, in fact, that I decided they needed to happen in my kitchen. Stollen has always been present at the Christmas dinner table in my family. It’s the disgustingly stodgy, cream soaked dessert that makes absolutely no sense to eat after an enormous dinner but we go ahead and do it anyway. I never …