I seem to be running a month behind. I blame this year’s screwed up weather. I always make my Christmas cake during October halfterm. I soak the fruit the first weekend, and bake it the second. Always. Except that somehow we’re into the second half of November, and I haven’t. My children have been pointing this out with increasing urgency. So this evening, I got busy weighing, and chopping, and zesting, and soaking.
Work is stressful at the moment, but the scent of lemons and oranges and spices and whisky makes the world a better place. (What do other people do with zested lemons? They are such a sad sight.)
I think next term may also be pretty stressful, so I took the wise precaution of doubling the recipe. And the whisky. Two cakes are better than one. The Christmas spirit should last well into January in my house.