Following the joys of Stir-Up Sunday I’ve surprisingly woken up bright and early, but I wonder what you’re up to?
Maybe you’re still in the land of nod, nestled within the warm layers of your soft, brushed, cotton duvet – How blissful! Or possibly I’ve startled you from your sleep and now you’re walking like a zombie towards the kettle – definitely time for a cuppa! Either way, I’m going to tell you all about Mrs Beeton’s Traditional British Christmas Pudding – which I re-created with a bit of a Miss Windsor twist, of course!
Darlings, but before I proceed, I do wonder if you know what Stir-Up Sunday actually is? “Hmm, that certainly rings a bell,”I hear you grunt from deep within your bedclothes!
I excitedly present Whimsical Winnie – round of applause, please!
Well, I say, Winnie or Wynette, but you may address her by Your Majesty – curtsey please – is immensely charismatic; and bursting with buoyancy!
Oh, and she’s blessed with magical ‘green fingers’ – just one teeny-weeny touch of a seed, and hey presto it’s blossomed into an abundance of fruit or vegetables! And of course, I’m always chuffed to receive a hamper of Winnie’s harvest from her bountiful allotment at Fulham Palace Meadows where she’s been a plot holder since 1996.
Foraging in South-East London, now who would have thought it!
Blackberry season is surely upon us, but not if the dreaded rain has anything to do with it. So, given the current state of affairs with British ‘summertide’ weather, Miss Windsor scuttled around the provincial areas of South-East London in a fraught attempt to relive a joyous, yet nostalgic, childhood past-time of ‘blackberry picking’ in Somerset, England.