We've been here many times before, only it seems later and later each year, not that our enthusiasm for Christmas pudding has diminished in any way, just that it seems to take longer each year to get into the swing of the season. Same recipe, no half measures, a three pint pudding bowl, hours of boiling - that rumbling on the cooker, such a purposeful domestic sound. And when all is done, the pleasure of leftover pudding for breakfast on Boxing Day to look forward to. So satisfying.
(Thanks to Jess from Knitting on Trains for her recent giveaway of a gift from Neat Eats which I won. No prize for guessing what I chose.)