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Friday, 21 December 2012

Christmas Past (part one).

The dynamic of my Christmas has changed over the years.  This year different to last and last year different to the previous year ...

But there was a time where I remember the familiar fabric of this time of year, so well worn that it could have been the same comforter brought out time and time again wrapping me in a blanket of contentment and happiness.

My childhood wasn't perfect but there were times it was perfection and Christmas was always such a time.

Christmas began at the end of October when, in a steamy fug my Grandmother gathered together the ingredients for the Christmas cake, homemade mincemeat and the Christmas pudding.

Great bowlfuls of shiny dates, plump raisins and currents, oranges and lemons ready for zesting and squeezing.  Huge heavy based pans and long wooden spoons, walnuts to crack and glace cherries sticky and sweet ....

We each took a turn in stirring the pudding mix and making a wish, usually a hint whispered out loud as to what we would most like to find under the tree on Christmas morning.

Once cooked the cake was wrapped in greaseproof paper ready for feeding drip by drip from the large bottle of brandy.  The pudding swaddled in a muslin cloth and circles of waxed paper sealed the jars of mincemeat before their lids were given a jaunty bonnet of red and white checked cloth secured with an elastic band.

Everything carefully labelled with the date was then stored in the huge wardrobe built into the alcove next to the fireplace in the large bedroom at the front of the house where it sat glowing richly one the dark wooden shelves amongst the fruits of the summer which had been made into pickles and chutneys and jam.

I used to open the door occasionally just to wonder at the array of goodies lined up and breath in the scent of cinnamon and spices.  Sometimes it would seem like Christmas would never come ...

4 comments:

Kelloggs Ville said...

cinnamon IS christmas.

This is so well written I could picture it as I read.

xx

Sarah said...

Thank you K :) - I thought I'd tell the story in bite size pieces as time for writing and reading is so short for everyone at the moment.

Glad you enjoyed it, it was a magical time xx

Catherine said...

Sarah, thanks for the vivid memories! My mother used to bake all kinds of Christmas treats and the house always smelled wonderful. Sadly, I'm too lazy, although I am contemplating an Italian butterscotch pudding with salted caramel for Christmas dessert. We'll see...

Sarah said...

Sounds delicious Catherine - I tend not to do all the Christmas baking these days but I have such vivid memories of it all.