It has been a Christmas tradition in our family for ever to have a pudding made from an old recipe, perhaps originating with Grandma Fletcher, my great, great grandmother. I have never made the pudding before, but was gently encouraged by some of my nearest and dearest to "stop being wimpy, and MAKE THE PUDDING!"
I am all for keeping traditions alive and so made a big deal of it with the kids - described how old the recipe was, and how special it is to do things that connect us to our ancestors, and so on and so on. So it was with great enthusiasm that the girls and I tied on our aprons and proceeded to make what Charlie was by now calling "that ancient cake." See how diligent we were? How precise?
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