Mince Pies
Christmas. It does not feel Christmassy. Maybe due to the fact that our household has not put up any decorations, yet. Or maybe as I am feeling too cynical about the whole season known as Christmas. But one thing that does get me in the Xmas mood are mince pies. No matter how pre-packaged or how home made they come, everyone loves mince pies. Generous relatives who can actually make them, shops that spit them from a factory or even a bakery that is in the festive spirit.
Of course today was the occasion of the first (two) mince pie(s) of the season and my, it tasted wonderful.
Ho, ho, yum!
The mince pie is a tradition that I absolutely love. And I think anyone who has experienced the British climate in and around December would have to agree. There is nothing more fulfilling that a gently warmed mince pie sinking to the bottom of your stomach topped with cream, caramel or custard. Mmm. Or how about all three for the cholesterol bursting finale of pure joy.
The tastes within the pie itself is a wonder to the palette. Although not very sophisticated, the fact that they are only served once a year makes the mince pie such a sensual dish - an appropriate word for the tastes and textures that hits the tongue.
So enjoy your first mince pies of the Festive Season. Remember that it is good to sin if you are on a diet or going to going to splash out on some Liposuction. After all, with the winds picking up and the nights now filled with frost, that extra layer of ‘cuddle’ is not just comforting for the self but also a vital piece of survival. Well, that’s the way I like to look at it. Enjoy the little delicate pieces of ‘mincemeat’ that fall from the pies as you gobble them up on your way to work. Remember that in a month's time it is back to boring old muffins and croissants. And finally, enjoy the whole aura surrounding the mince pie. For after all, Christmas comes but once a year...
Of course today was the occasion of the first (two) mince pie(s) of the season and my, it tasted wonderful.
Ho, ho, yum!
The mince pie is a tradition that I absolutely love. And I think anyone who has experienced the British climate in and around December would have to agree. There is nothing more fulfilling that a gently warmed mince pie sinking to the bottom of your stomach topped with cream, caramel or custard. Mmm. Or how about all three for the cholesterol bursting finale of pure joy.
The tastes within the pie itself is a wonder to the palette. Although not very sophisticated, the fact that they are only served once a year makes the mince pie such a sensual dish - an appropriate word for the tastes and textures that hits the tongue.
So enjoy your first mince pies of the Festive Season. Remember that it is good to sin if you are on a diet or going to going to splash out on some Liposuction. After all, with the winds picking up and the nights now filled with frost, that extra layer of ‘cuddle’ is not just comforting for the self but also a vital piece of survival. Well, that’s the way I like to look at it. Enjoy the little delicate pieces of ‘mincemeat’ that fall from the pies as you gobble them up on your way to work. Remember that in a month's time it is back to boring old muffins and croissants. And finally, enjoy the whole aura surrounding the mince pie. For after all, Christmas comes but once a year...
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