Bring Us Some Figgy Pudding!

It's been over a year since I last updated this blog. In late November last year, my Mum died of dementia, and I have struggled to maintain proper momentum ever since. However, her greatest gift to her children was a love of hospitality, so preparing food for the Christmas festivities seems the best place to pick up my writing and honour her memory. I've made my Christmas puddings today, which always brings back to me the importance of family, both natural and created.


As children, we always had a home-made pudding at home. It was something my Grandma would make every year and bring with her on Christmas day. Mum was busy with young children and a large dinner (that's 'lunch' if you live in the south of England), and Grandma's pudding was a welcome help. With Grandma's death, though, the tradition of a home-made pudding came to an end, as Mum discovered the convenience of buying one ready-made from the supermarket. No shop-bought pudding ever tasted as good, but we put that down to our nostalgia for happy childhood memories. 

In my adulthood, I have returned to home-made, because I have realised that our memories, however nostalgic, were not deceiving: Grandma's pudding really was better, and the reason for that is that it was lighter in texture. Mass-production demands that puddings are steamed in a hermetically sealed bowl, under high pressure, then chilled rapidly before packaging and distribution. Both the sealed bowl and the pressure cooking inhibit the pudding from rising, then the rapid cooling causes it to collapse. The result is the heavy, black lump that has put so many people off Christmas pudding altogether.

A steamed pudding is not difficult to make but it needs long, slow cooking. I guess this is the real reason people stopped making them at home. Do give it a try: November is the best time to make it, so the flavours have a few weeks to mellow and come together.


Steaming is the most gentle form of cooking. The temperature never rises above 100℃ so a family sized pudding will take as much as 7 or 8 hours to cook. Prepare the mixture the day before you cook it, and make sure you are free to look after it all day while it steams. I have been tied to the house all day, making sure my steamer never boils dry, and my steam-filled kitchen now resembles a public bath house! No matter, the result will be more than worth the minor inconvenience. At least it's given me the push I needed to write again.

I have alluded to my pudding recipe in past blog posts but never published it here. Time to put that right, in the hope some readers will give it a try and discover just how delicious a Christmas pudding can be.


Christmas Pudding (makes a 2pt pudding or 2 x 1pt puddings)
(All measure are given in imperial, as this is adapted from a recipe of a couple of generations ago.)

4oz shredded suet
2oz self-raising flour
4oz fresh white breadcrumbs
1tsp ground mixed spice
¼tsp ground nutmeg
a good pinch of ground cinnamon
8oz dark muscovado sugar
4oz sultanas
4oz raisins
2oz ready-to-eat dried apricots
4oz chopped dates
4oz ready-to-eat dried figs
1oz chopped stem ginger (glacé, candied or in syrup)
1 large Bramley apple, peeled, cored and grated
grated zest of 1 lemon and 1 orange

2 eggs
¼pt dark ale or porter
a generous glass of rum.

The day before you plan to steam the puddings, sift the flour and spices together into a large bowl. Add the rest of the dry ingredients, the fruit, ginger and citrus zests and stir briefly until they are coarsely mixed. Combine the eggs, beer and rum in a jug, beating briefly with a fork, then add this to the dry ingredients. Now fold the mixtures together until they are completely mixed, and there are no remaining dry clumps. I think the tradition of passing the bowl around the family is a lovely one. Every family member should take a turn in giving the mixture a stir and making a wish as they do. It can be a silent wish, a prayer, a general hope for the world or the family, or any other positive thought or word you want to express.


The following day, grease two 1pt pudding bowls or a 2pt one with melted butter. Modern, plastic bowls usually come with a clip-on lid, which makes life very easy. Cut a square of baking parchment a little bigger then the lid, ready to sit betwixt bowl and lid. If you're using a ceramic bowl, you'll also need to grease a sheet of greaseproof paper and fold a pleat into it.

Fill the pudding bowls to about 1" below the rim. Put the parchment in place and clip on the lid. Make sure it is properly clipped in place. If using a traditional, ceramic bowl. place the pleated paper over it, cover with a sheet of foil, also pleated and tie them very tightly in place with string. If you're not an octopus, you're going to need a friend to help you do that!


Prepare your steamer: use an electric one or sit a steamer vessel on top of a decent pan of boiling water. If you have neither, place a trivet or upturned saucer into the bottom of a large pan. Sit your pudding on that and add boiling water to about half-way up the bowl. You don't want water getting past the string and under the papers, so be conservative. You're going to have to top the level up occasionally, anyway. Steam your puddings for 7-8 hours, adding more water from time to time, to make sure the steamer never boils dry. At the end of this time, lift the puddings out and let them cool a little, before removing the covers to let them cool completely. When cold, sprinkle the surface of the pudding with a few drops of rum, and cover with clean papers & lids. Store them in a cool, dry and dark place until Christmas.


To serve, reheat the pudding by steaming for 2 hours, turn out into a serving dish and have some sweetened, whipped cream to hand to serve with it. (There's nothing to stop you lacing this cream with rum or an orange liqueur if you like.)


In memory of Alicia Fogarty 1941 - 2023


Comments

  1. A lovely reminder of the past and a great tasting pudding to look forward to.

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