This is England according to the internet, my American mind still doesn't understand what the heck a bread sauce is. Sounds awful, but Hershel's probably all about it.

"Maybe... I doubt I ever carved before." Hershel picked at the parsnips, yeah this was weirdly nostalgic for memories he didn't actually have, it was bizarre and a little offputting. "What do you think your Christmas's were like before this? maybe you spent some of them with that friend... Kazuha, was it?"