Said food included not only the usual turkey, gammon, wine, sprouts, mince pies and so on, but the dinner served in the film of Babette's Feast*. Some of my close relatives claim not to be fannish: I think that when said bunch of people spend several hours re-enacting a film complete with key moments of dialogue ("Blinis demidoff!", "I was the chef at the Cafe Anglais") complete with facial gestures, claims of non-fannishness fail to convince.
I give you cailles en sarcophage as a crowning achievement of 2011. I am particularly proud of the pastry heads.
*There were a few differences. Turtles are not obtainable by the UK domestic cook, we used rather cheaper wines, and we omitted hiring a 14 year old boy to do the serving. A savarin, however, turns out to be very easy to make.