closing his lids , he opened his senses to the indescribable warmth of yorkshire puddings filling memory with the blessings of his grandmothers cooking ; the dinner table holding still in anticipation of her famed roast crowning the vinyl cloth , cracklings of fat glistening like jewels , sizzling drops and splashes on the stoves belly dinnertime heralds welcomed on a night that promised of winter to come .