Thursday, 4 December 2014

Christmas Cheer - A Re-run

Linking up with Robo and the Lounge

There are lots of Christmas posts around at the moment and it's lovely to hear about everyone's Christmas traditions etc.

I wrote this post a couple of years ago and it's still one of my favourites giving me a warm glow each time I read it remembering how it used to be.

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 ...


joeh said...

Great memories!

Robo said...

Gorgeous memories. My childhood foodie memories about are stronger for Easter than for Christmas. After a period of lent, the smell of Easter biscuits and roasting lamb was always unforgettable. Cheers for linking and have a wonderful Chrissy! X

Sarah said...

They are Joe :-)

You too Robo x

Holly Hollyson said...

Precious country memories, I wanna try a cake next year x