Mama's vegan Christmas pud.
It differs from Rose Elliot's in several ways. First, I bet she remembers to put the flour in. And the ground almonds. My dried ginger had a sell-by date of June 2011. And I didn't bother measuring the treacle. Also, I missed out the nutmeg. No astrology, either. I'm not cooking this pud in Piscean star time, just by suppertime, so leave a good four hours for the steaming. But I think she is mean on the rum. Pour in triple quantities. And obviously my pudding basin has a crack in it, so I cooked mine in a souffle dish.
None of this matters to Tiger. She just wants to see us ceremoniously set the thing on fire.
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