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Christmas pudding song

 

Orlando Gough's Christmas Pudding -- an ingredients list from a commercial Christmas Pudding set to music, emulsifier, E numbers and all.

 

As Editor, I have not heard this, but would hope the opportunity will arise!

 

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The decorations are on fire!

 

My gran always insisted, if grandad was the first person into the house, at the first stroke of the chimes, he gave a coin to the person who opened the door first.
She kept a very strict rota with us four children, we counted the day's from Xmas morning.  My brother would try and make me unwell by all sorts of tricks if it was my turn.  I was fed all his sweets, given his Xmas pudding, even tripped up, all for the money.  I might add, I grew up very tough with 3 brothers, and a sharp sense to mischive makers all through my life. 
We had a tradtion in our house, from the time I was allowed to make a cup of tea, (about 5years old my dad said)  Xmas morning we were allowed down stairs to open our presents from 6 am on our own.  Not until 7 am were we allowed to take mum and dad there breakfast in bed.  A cup of tea, toast, and the things we had made for them. <br>
I used to paint  pictures of flowers, [2 my mother still has on her bedroom wall today at the age of87/dad age 91] my eldest brother used to make things out of match sticks; boats and animals.   We made all our own paper chains from any colored paper and glue made from flour and water.   We collected cones from the woods and used the same glue and glitter to hang on the tree.  My highlight of every Xmas Morning would be to  stand in the front window looking for Gran and Grandad at 11am.
The fire was lit, Xmas tree looking pretty, smell of the dinner cooking, it was only ever complete when gran would sit in one armchair and grandad on the floor showing us the tricks only he could do. One trick was snapping a match stick but it still came out whole. [Many years later he told me how to do it] He did wonderfull tricks with playng cards. If only all children had that close unity today, perhaps there would be the same respect for the older person as there was then. 
Not forgetting the sixpence in the Xmas pudding,  I couldn't understand how we all had just one sixpence each, until I saw grandad poke one in our puddings on our plates.
My brother was a horrible child, he used to poke the pudding looking for more sixpences until grandad had to tell him he didn't put them in the big
pudding.
<br>My mother had had too much sherry one Xmas while cooking in the morning, she ripped the legs off the chicken, slammed them on the plate and promptly poured custard over them.  Another Xmas she set fire to the Xmas decorations as she bought in the Xmas pudding; alight with too much brandy.
We still pull her leg about it, and she still says she never did any such thing.    Happy Memories.  Judith from wet cold Scotland
EDITORS NOTE; I found this on an old site dated 1999, I emailed Judith to ask her permission to reprint this, here's her reply;
Hi Paul,  Yes, you can use this story with pleasure.   As I re-read it after so long, it made me smile and gave me an insight to what must be a memory that others might connect to.  I don't mind if you give my email out with it, they can get in touch with me if they wish.   It was true.    My mother died last year at the age of 87, she would have laughed and denied it ever happened.     I will look on your site with interest.

 

Quick, get the Fire Extinguisher...

 

We all should have known better. Mum, though a great cook, has a history of being a bit shaky with fire. There was the year that she decided to light sparklers in the lobby because the wind was blowing them out -- we lived in an area chock-full of consulates and embassies, and before we knew it, the fire alarm had not only summoned the fire brigade, ambulances, and police, but also the bomb and terrorist squads. Oops.
Usually, our nanny was in charge of bringing the pudding in in all of its flaming glory to the darkened dining room, but that year mum decided to do it on her own.
She did try to be careful, and put in on the table before striking one of those very long matches and touching it oh so gently to the top of the pudding. I suppose it was lucky that no one was very close to it because the entire pudding was engulfed in flames. I still remember that the fire looked quite festive to me, but then, I could barely see over the table top at the time! Everyone screamed, and mum turned to me and said to run and get the fire extinguisher -- we lived in earthquake-ridden Japan, and even a small child knew where the "Emergency Kit" (which included the extinguisher, a flashlight, bottled water, tinned goods, etc) was. I lugged it back to the dining room as quickly as I could (it was only round the corner really) and my dad grabbed it and covered the table with the foam.
The lights came back on and my parents ushered a relieved crowd out of the dining room, leaving the mess for the next day. It certainly made for a memorable holiday!

 

You're welcome to use this on your site.
Eliza
(click on the title of this story to go to Eliza's Blog)

 

Servants, and toy dolls...

 

This story has been drawn (by the kind permission of Tom Shelley) from the site; http://www.shelleys.demon.co.uk/lostage.htm, and is set about 100 years ago;
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One Christmas when a large number of aunts and uncles were seated at the Christmas dinner, Auntie Maud brought him a large Christmas pudding, and when we were all enjoying it, there was an oath from my Grandfather, who had evidently been chewing on a black doll  my Aunt had put in the pudding for us boys, and Grandpa got the wrong portion. <br>
 This brought to mind a story of Uncle Jack's, when a chauffeur at Lady Colvyn's. The cook made two similar puddings, one for the servants and one for her ladyship and guests. In one were new silver six penny. and three penny pieces. In the other was a gold sovereign. The servants sat down to their meal at a later time to the 'upper crust'. What was the consternation when the servants found no silver coins but one of the under-maids found a gold sovereign. <br>
After the guests were gone, abject apologies were made. Lady Colvyn said she had guessed what had happened, the pudding was lovely and they had had great fun with the silver coins. She hoped the under-maid would be pleased to keep the sovereign. <br>
That was in the days pre-1914 when silver coins were silver coins, and sovereigns were real gold. Though wages were low, the coinage was worth something in buying power.<br><br>
Just some trivia, this family are directly related to the famous English poet Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792–1822

 

The argument for using real linen tablecloths!

 

Please click on the title above for the "near disaster" story.

 

The Dog-toy pudding

 

NAME Denise Bray
EMAIL lavendarpatch(at)hotmail.com <br>
You might like to know about the time my Mother (now 75) decided to get with the times and switch to using a microwave to cook the Chrissy Pud. <br>Always one for gadgets, my Father decided to buy my Mother a Microwave. This being in the early eighties. She whipped up her Mum's pudding recipe and followed the timing out of the book that came with the microwave.
Upon reading the time given she commented to us saying that eight minutes was not long enough even for the new toy.
 She decided that she would cook it for 45 minutes. It was an average size one and we were all eagerly waiting for cooking to end so that we could 'sample' the new technique.
 So out it comes smelling somewhat of a mix between spice and 'singed'. My Mother tried for half an hour to remove that pudding from the bowl. She could not even get the knife into the middle of the pudding it was like a ROCK. She lost her temper with it and banged the bowl, too hard, down on the kitchen table and the bowl split in half cleanly away from the pudding. My Father then, quite stupidly said;
"Get the axe".
The end of the story goes like this. my Mother picked up the pudding and threw it out into the back yard where the dog decided to play with it. This 'toy' lasted nearly two years and was always a constant source of amusement as it bounced around the backyard with the dog. It also served as an example for my Mother to dictate to her Granddaughters the importance of cooking it the 'traditional' way.

 

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The Brandy that wouldn't light

Margaret Vincent \t\t Funny Christmas Pudding Story

Sun December 06, 2009, 07:24:35

I was very delighted to find your very very unique website. I do have a funny Christmas Pudding story that I have a good chuckle over every time I think of Christmas pudding.

This happened many years ago, in the late 1950's early 60's, in Northern Ontario, in a small town called Penetang. It involves my mother's mother's sister whom we called Annamarita and her husband, Uncle Bert. Annamarita never touched alcohol, partly because for years Uncle Bert was a weekend drunk. He never touched the stuff from Monday to Friday but come Friday after work he went to the hotel and nobody saw him until late Sunday. Anyway, Annamarita did keep a bottle of good brandy in her house. Every Christmas she would make this awesome pudding and then ignite some brandy and pour it over the pudding just before it was served for dessert. Well, Uncle Bert eventually quite drinking, in large part to a condition of receiving a sizeable inheritance from his parents. He bought a nice sized boat with his inheritance money. Three years went by with Uncle Bert not drinking. That Christmas Annamarita made her Christmas pudding as she always did. However, when she poured the brandy over the pudding it wouldn't ignite. It was suggested by Uncle Bert that perhaps the brandy hadn't been warmed enough .... so another bit of Brandy was warmed up and it didn't ignite either. It's speculated that Uncle Bert was taking occasional snorts from the pudding brandy and then replacing the brandy with tea!
REPLY FROM PAUL:
Thanks for that sharing that great story, Paul

 

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