Daddio always helped me out on holiday baking day.
Instead of Daddio I had to rely on my new toy-and The Mister. It wasn't the same but it's the way it is. Life goes on.
The Mister took over Daddio's job of putting the jam in the thumbprints. I confess to having a lump in my throat but I didn't cry. I'm over crying for things lost. I'm not lost yet so I better make merry while I can.
While we were baking the day away, a plum pudding was steaming on a back burner.
For something new, I made some mincemeat crumble bars. They are good. Very good. The recipe came on the jar. I need to write it down because it's a keeper.
Daughter asked for iced nutmeg logs. We made them.
Watching The Mister fight with the cookie press was too funny. We got a small batch before he gave up in disgust. Tee, hee...
I iced some vegan gingerbread men for Son who flew in last night.
The Mister's favorites are the Hello Dollies that my grandmother always made. They are good.
Ta da... the plum pudding is done and now wrapped in brandy waiting for it's big show on Christmas night. Lord, don't let me burn down the house with it. Amen.