Many times in the last few months, not to mention over the last number of years, I have expressed my opinion on mince pies being in the supermarket far too early … I have said that you shouldn’t eat your first mince pie of the season until it’s December.
Yesterday I ate my first mince pie for this Christmas.
I know! I know! How inconsistent can I be, right?
But these weren’t any ordinary mince pies! No shop-bought or Mr Kipling varieties here!
These were homemade mince pies, which I made with my three sisters. The pastry was made by my youngest sister T, who makes melt-in-the-mouth short crust pastry.
The mincemeat we used in the pies was made by my older sister J, who chopped the apples, finely sliced the almonds and stirred in the currants herself.
We rolled out, cut out, filled and topped each mince pie between the four of us.
They were dusted with icing sugar as soon as they came out of the oven – or Aga in my family’s case … wish I had one of those to keep my flat toasty warm! 😉
We ate the mince pies in front of the cosy wood burner, while they were still warm and fresh out of the oven, while sitting on the hearth-rug and chatting.
Mince Pie Heaven!
Now don’t you think I’m forgiven for eating my first mince pie before the 1st of December?!
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