Tea at Fortnum & Mason filled the kitchen with the aroma of Christmas yesterday. My shorts, tank top and the sound of lawnmowers buzzing in the background set the record straight that it was most definitely not December! There were some slight modifications, I had to investigate what "mixed spice" was (it's an English term) and had to do a bit of mixing of my own from jars of cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger and cloves. And I didn't have Earl Grey on hand so regular black tea it was with a splash of brandy for interest. It tastes absolutely delicious!
I've been pulling my copy of Taste from my bedside table in the morning before Deacon decides it's time to haul everyone out of bed. This morning I read about wartime rationing and recipes for mock this and that leaving me quite thankful for a full pantry.
"Icing was illegal, wedding cakes were more often cardboard than edible, and, as Christmas Day dawned, 'Austerity Pudding' was likely to be made with potato, grated carrot and apple, as much dried fruit as you could get your hands on, dried egg, flour, breadcrumbs, cooking fat and a scraping of precious golden syrup or marmalade."