For some it’s Grandma’s traditional plum pudding. For others it’s Dad’s secret roast turkey recipe. Maybe for you it’s Great Aunt Maude’s famous fruitcake.
Christmas food traditions are as much a part of the celebration as the tree and the gifts.
In my family it has always been cheese pies and shortbread.
The shortbread makes sense. Descended from Glaswegians on both sides, the Scottish favourite is a given.
But cheese pies? I’ve no idea. They’ve just always appeared at Christmas time. Childhood memories of helping to make them are not only mine but belong also to my nephews and sons.
The Christmas baking bug finally bit last week. The Eldest Son had received his final year results, everyone was happy and relieved and it was finally time to focus on the upcoming festivities.
Blessed with a cool day and with Christmas music blaring, four batches of cheese pies and two lots of shortbread were churned out.
The smell of fresh-baked cheese pies conjured memories of Christmas past, bringing peace in the grief of Christmas present.
EDIT: If you have come looking for the Cheese Pies recipe, I am afraid it has had to be removed for personal reasons. You’ll just have to drool over the photograph.