It was like Christmas of old with Dh and myself in the kitchen yesterday afternoon. We decided we would make a cake for Christmas, regardless of the fact we will be being careful re:-calories!
I had the recipe from my cousin and its one, where you melt the butter in a pan, add the fruit and sugar, allow it to cool and then add the rest of the ingredients. Dh got all the ingrediebts out of the cupboard and I weighed and followed the method.
While it was cooling down, we put it just outside the French Doors and sat inside keeping watch, just in case a cheeky magpie thought it would be a tasty treat and incase it rained.
We chatted about our childhood memories of the preparation for Christmas. Dh like myself had chicken, which was quite pricy years ago. I think ours was one from our back yard and Dh lived on a farm so his came from there.
I can remember sitting in the scullery with my grandmother, plucking the chicken, then she would burn any hard bits of the feathers left in the skin with a tightly rolled up piece of newspaper, a spill, with the end smoldering, it was called singe-ing. Then we made fresh bread crumbs, some for the stuffing and some for the bread sauce. Life in those times was labour intensive! Potatoes were peeled, and veg prepared all the night before.
My Aunt always arranged for someone dressed as Father Christmas to be at the front door, and I asked for my presents and I had to sing! I went to bed happy and my Aunts both had got me presents, any dolls were beautifully dressed, the one Aunt was dress maker. And like all children of that time pre-1950 in my stocking I had sweets and one present that I'd asked for.. there were usually bigger presents down stairs.
It was lovely chatting to my husband, we have always enjoyed each others company!
And here is the cake... 'Cacen byth yn methu' Never failure cake!
Chrisxx