Since Stir-Up Sunday is upon us and it is time to make the Christmas Pudding, I thought consult in advance with some of you who have experience. I made one last year, of course. It was wonderful. I shared it at the end of a nice meal with my literary group which gathers on roughly a monthly bases. It was a real hit. It had a nice sprig of holly sent by a reader here and also took the fire well when the moment came.
I will be using once again the Christmas Pudding recipe from a cookbook for food mentioned in O’Brien’s books. Which it’s called Lobscouse and Spotted Dog: Which It’s a Gastronomic Companion to the Aubrey/Maturin Novels. I want to use this book because it was given to me by a reader of this blog!
This year, I was thinking about using dark bread bread-crumbs this year. Does anyone have any thought about this? For example, pumpernickel?
Last year I thought the pudding was a bit light in color. I opined at the time that this was partly a result of using a lighter color brown sugar.
Last year’s pudding. It seemed light in color.
Also, since I will making a meal before the use of this pudding, I decided to add a couple jars of brandy butter sauce to my wishlist. That said… any tips about making it from scratch?
UPDATE 15 Nov 1637 GMT:
One of the commentators, below, suggested this recipe, which I believe I shall try. Intriguing, but I need to gather additional ingredients.
In that recipe there is an ingredient called “mixed spice”.
That seemed a bit vague, so I looked it up. Sure enough, there is something called – keep in mind that I am no baker – “mixed spice”, which is pretty much analogous to a “pumpkin pie spice” mix, involving your expected cinnamon, clove, nutmeg, ginger, etc. That mix brought two things to mind.
First, many people these days are ordering Mystic Monk Coffee in the “Pumpkin Spice” flavored version. You can order some too. Now, as a matter of fact! It’s swell!
Second, speaking of Pumpkin Pie, which may be my favorite, there is this ditty entitled “Farewell O Fragrant Pumpkin Pie”:
Farewell, O fragrant pumpkin pie!
Dyspeptic pork, adieu!
Though to the college halls I hie.
On field of battle though I die, my latest sob, my latest sigh
shall wafted be to you!
And thou, O doughnut rare and rich and fried divinely brown!
Thy form shall fill a noble niche in memory’s chamber whilst I pitch
my tent beside the river which rolls on through Kingston town.
And my Love—my little Nell,
the apple of my eye to thee how can I say farewell?
I love thee more than I can tell;
I love thee more than anything—but—pie!
I will now squash this digression and return us to our Christmas Puddings.
And you can help me make them!