Yesterday I made small Christmas puddings as gifts for girlfriends. The fruits had soaked for a week and I really enjoyed the time I spent in the kitchen mixing, placing the mixture into the small red bowls I found at KMart and then the smell of the spiced mixture wafting through the house.
It’s a tradition I started many years ago, and although the group I now give the puddings to has changed, it really doesn’t feel like Christmas if I don’t get them done. I’ve also made a larger pudding to take to Tweed Heads for Christmas Day, and I am off to buy more fruit as I still have a few more to make and send to family who will be having Christmas in Katherine.
Back in 2003 I included a story about the flaming of a pudding at a blended Christmas in my collection, ‘The Basket and the Briefcase’. Read Nanna’s Pudding here.