The Collect from Holy Mass today in the traditional Roman Rite is:
Excita, quaesumus. Dómine, tuórum fidélium voluntátes: ut, divíni óperis fructum propénsius exsequéntes; pietátis tuæ remédia maióra percípiant.
Stir up the will of your faithful, we pray, O Lord, that, seeking more eagerly the fruit of your divine work, they may find in greater measure the healing effects of your mercy.
I need a nap… but…
This is “Stir Up Sunday!”
It is time for me to get the 2013 Christmas Pudding underway.
But I really want that nap.
I am back from the shops. I have obtained the ingredients.
However, I cannot find my very large stock pot in which I have in the past steamed the puddings. Grrr. These things don’t just grow legs and wander off down combox rabbit holes.
Okay… I have prepared the first two puddings.
I used small basins, because I can’t find the big pot. When I do, I’ll make a bigger one.
My mise en place…
Sifting in the flour.
Adding the bread crumbs.
Paul: Stilgar, do we have wormsign?
Stilgar: Usul, we have wormsign the likes of which even God has never seen.
Adding the almonds and the chopped candied peel.
Omnibus permixtis, I am adding the currents.
Sugar. Lots of sugar.
Time for the liquids. Stout. Rum. BARLEYWINE.
And eggs. Yes, I use a graduated cylinder for my metric measurement of liquid.
Combining the dry and the wet.
Into the grease pudding basins.
When I filled these basins, I said a prayer for the wonderful readers here who sent them to me a couple years back. I do not forget you. I don’t remember your names, but the angels know you. May God reward you for your kindness. Whenever I use or enjoy something you send, I remember the kindness and that it was a gift… like everything I have.
Anyway… greased basin.
I wrapped them up and tied string about in order to make it easier to extract them from the pot in which I must steam them.
And just a glimpse of the PX4, newly cleaned.
Tomorrow I will steam.
It was fun to do this. I haven’t been cooking. It just wasn’t… there.
In the midst of the prep, I walked down the hall to the suite of the Monsignor (a PA!) who is my neighbor, and asked him to stir the pudding a few times.
Puddings should be shared.