And here are the first batch.
As tradition denotes, we all get a baking job at Christmas. Mam makes the puddings, Deirdre makes the Christmas cake, and my job is to make the mince pies.
The mince meat was made a couple of months ago and left to mature in glass jars at the back of the cupboard. Every time I opened the door of the cupboard to get something mundane like rice or a tin of tomatoes or stock cubes, the mince was there, maturing, looking back out at me! Tempting me.
So tonight I gave in to temptation, and made some pastry to go with the mince.
But I couldn't eat one from this batch. No, these are for donation, to a very special cause. Dad's men's group! They have their last meeting before the Christmas break tomorrow evening, and now they have an extra special treat to go with their obligatory cup of tea!
I had to resist the urge to eat one. But I was good, I resisted. I packaged them up and delivered them safe and sound. Well sound anyway, I'm not so sure they are safe. I am sure I heard the kettle being put on as I left...
And speaking of kettles, I must put my own on.
You don't think I made just one batch do you?
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