We missed Stir-up Sunday a few weeks ago, but that’s ok. I’m a traditionalist, but I’m ok with tardiness too. Oh, and this was for the Christmas cake, not the Christmas pudding. Oh well.
Everyone took a turn and made a wish.
I was alerted recently to the fact that Americans don’t do plum pudding, or Christmas pudding. Which accounts for the fact that whenever I write something about ‘pud’ (pronounced with the same sound as good, rather than food), someone writes in the comments What’s pud? I had no idea that Christmas pudding was not global. How can this be? Christmas dinner isn’t complete without a flaming pud served with brandy butter. (What do you eat for dessert on the big day, then?)
Every year I am determined to make my pudding well ahead of time (as in October) and let it hang and mature, and every year it’s a last minute mid-December effort. Which is fine by me.
The children wrapped some presents, the mister mortared a bit more of the firepit (remember the children’s firepit?. It’s matured too), and we all settled down for an afternoon viewing of Bridge to Terabithia and I sat on the floor and cut out a hundred triangles from the book of upholstery samples I picked up at Reverse Art Truck recently.
I knew they’d come in handy somehow. Every year I’m determined to make our own Christmas cards in plenty of time (like in October) and every year I end up buying a couple of packets of readymade cards from the post office. Except for last year when I didn’t get around to sending out cards at all and then was wracked with guilt all year long.
This year I actually made cards! (I’m so proud).* The whole exercise was prompted by the fact that I bought a box of cards and Christmas stamps last month but they’ve disappeared into the black hole that is the pile of paperwork on the kitchen bench and we can’t find them. (Not so proud).
Now I just have to write these and post them.
* I can’t remember whose blog it was on which I saw something like this and
** Apologies to those of you who read me via bloglines. You know what I'm talking about.