My first attempt at christmas pudding (replete with artery clogging suet) seems so far to have been a success, as the mix was rather tasty when sampled by the willing helpers. The puddings are as I type, merrily steaming away...for 8 hours!...what the hell is that about?...who has 8 hours? I suppose I may as well have a glass or two of my home made hard cider that remains from the pudding making extravaganza to see me over the next 8 hours...tis the season to be jolly indeed.
Monday 24 November 2008
Christmas pudding part 2.
My first attempt at christmas pudding (replete with artery clogging suet) seems so far to have been a success, as the mix was rather tasty when sampled by the willing helpers. The puddings are as I type, merrily steaming away...for 8 hours!...what the hell is that about?...who has 8 hours? I suppose I may as well have a glass or two of my home made hard cider that remains from the pudding making extravaganza to see me over the next 8 hours...tis the season to be jolly indeed.
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May I ask, what is Christmas pudding? We might have it over here but call it something different. Just curious. :)
Christmas pudding was in medieaval times a porrige of fruit,spices and meat.Today it still comprises those ingredients (meat in the form of beef suet)plus nuts and alcohol but is now of a solid heavy cake consistency.It is served after Christmas dinner with one of a number of hot sauces or custard...fantastic stuff.
blood pudding was the only pudding i remember having in bloke land
Ah!...now you are talking...black pudding...gods gift to breakfasts.
looks like Gran, as a boy we lived in a house with no services... a tap outside and a 'copper' like the one illustrated in an outhouse. I remember the tradition of stirring the pudding and making wishes, and the lengthy boiling process
The 'copper stick'... a hedgerow stick used to stir the clothes when boiling...worn smooth and made pliable by constant boiling.. was the ultimate deterrent to childish misbehaviour.... many a time I was pursued up the garden by Mother or Gran wielding the copper stick and fully intent on using it.
(the indoor deterrent was the jam spoon...)
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