My mother-in-law makes her own Christmas puddings. Isn't that impressive? I'm pretty sure that until I met her, I didn't think that they could be made at home. I thought you needed...I don't know actually, but possibly an industrial pudding vat? And definitely acres of obscure ingredients, like candied peel and suet.
I'd love to share my mother-in-law's recipe with you, but unfortunately I can't. Not because it's secret or anything, but because I literally can't read it. It's captured in biro on the back of a Christmas card, and has gone through so many alterations, crossings-out and re-writes that I can't make head nor tail of it. So I'll just have to leave the pudding-making to her, and concentrate on the pudding-eating instead. No problem.
Yom. We're going to keep this bad boy well-wrapped in paper and string and eat it when our bodies have gone into Christmas withdrawal and we have the shakes for brandied fruit.
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