At last, its Christmas! I knew there was something missing, as if I hadn't had enough to eat, but I couldn't quite think what it was. Then today my mother gave me a Christmas Pudding. Mmmm......
There is something about the smell of the pudding that just makes Christmas. But just my mothers pudding, nobody else's. Unwrapping the tin foil and then pulling the greaseproof paper that's stuck to it off......mmmm (insert appropriate Homer Simpson sounds here)....I made one myself, a couple of years ago, using 'her' recipe. It was a good attempt, but nothing like the real thing. It must be the bowl she mixes it in, or maybe I didn't use the correct type of brandy, but it just didn't taste quite the same. I remember when I was younger the 'bowl' hanging around the kitchen for a couple of days with a tea towel over it, and it being stirred and stirred with a wooden spoon. Then it was boiled for ever and some poor unfortunate got the job of making sure that the water didn't boil off it. But it was all worth it in the end. "The proof is in the pudding", never a truer word uttered!!
That's twice around the park for me tomorrow, or four times if I eat any more of it tonight!!
Oh wait, something else missing......I haven't seen any cake yet!!
I didn't get any this year!
ReplyDeleteI miss Ma's Christmas Pud served hot with cream and followed by her magnificently alcoholic trifle! :)
I managed to avoid the trifle of death this year, its the cold custard that gets me.....shudder......!
ReplyDeleteWe did think about sending you some pudding but we though it might be intercepted by the Customs, and then Mam might be arrested for sending contraband items.......Oh Wait!!