As Christmas traditions evolve in our family, one tradition has stood the test of time: that of Christmas Pudding Making. Last Sunday, The Most Adorable Granddaughters#1-#7, and DH"s youngest niece, gathered to help make puddings.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#4 wasn't feeling well, and, for the first time in over thirty years, I wasn't actively involved (which also meant that DH and I did not get to have our traditional argument over the recipe). It was weird watching from the sidelines.
This year, too, there were a few notable others missing. With no longer any single uncles, The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 and The Youngest Niece took on the responsibility of managing the process since DH, while the only adult involved, was hardly the most responsible.
As always, it was messy, noisy, and involved lots of eating of ingredients (despite DIL#2's hope that since The Most Adorable Granddaughters#1-#3 had made Christmas cookies the day before to sustain those working hard that perhaps the pudding wouldn't get eaten as in previous years).
(As per a tradition that DH started years ago, some extra ingredients must be always added to the pudding. This year The Most Adorable Granddaughter#3 chose to add coloured sugar sprinkles.)
The finished product so far (which is, thankfully, given the number of hands involved, boiled for several hours) ...
The reward for hard work (which wasn't enough to stop eating of the pudding occurring but which were attacked with gusto all the same) ...
(Thanks must go to some of the younger members of the family who helped with photography this year given I could only get up on my feet for short bursts of time.)
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