I recently rediscovered my great-grandmother’s handwritten recipe for plum pudding. This was mailed from Galway, Ireland to my grandmother in New Jersey sometime in the early years of the 20th Century. My grandmother mailed it to my mother many years later, and I used to look at it in my mother’s ‘recipe box‘ and speculate about the identity of Sultanas. Anything with such a beautiful name must be the truly mysterious magic ingredient for a plum pudding. So disappointing to discover they were only white raisins. And why were there no plums in plum pudding?
My plan for Christmas gifts this year was to scan and make nice copies of the recipe, maybe with a photo of my grandmother and get them framed for the family. Sadly, these scans are all the progress I have made. I take heart that my Grandmother would approve, however, since I found this note from her to my mother on the back of the recipe:
Maybe if I start now I can send them off for Little Christmas. I hope all of your planning and packing are moving ahead smoothly. Or better yet, all is done and you are relaxing with your feet up and knitting something without a deadline.