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Xmas Grub – The Tastiest Xmas Cake Recipe Of All Time

We are way behind on Xmas. Like, waaaaay behind. We got back from honeymoon at the end of the week last week and I popped on Facebook to see a friend posting a pic of her kid with the caption ’10 More Sleeps!’

To what? I thought and then it hit me – WE FORGOT ABOUT CHRISTMAS.

Between catching up on WTF is going on with the school plays, WTF the kids really want from Santa, WhoTF is coming for dinner on Xmas Day, HTF the laundry is so out of control (I think it was riding and multiplying while we were away) and WhyTF didn’t we just leg it with the kids to the nearest Canary Island.. we are chasing our tails ALMOST as much as we were before the damn wedding.

And even though there are no presents wrapped (even though there are plenty of no presents BOUGHT tbh)- I still had to prioritise and get the Xmas Cake into the oven.

I have an old Odlums recipe book belonging to my mum that gets whipped out every year for a really old school, but delicious, and easy-to-make recipe.

Here’s how:

Mix 16oz mixed fruit (you can get a ready-mixed bag of raisins, currants and sultanas in your local supermarket) with 1/4 glass whiskey overnight
Cream 8oz (half a block) of butter with 8oz brown sugar until light in colour
Add six eggs, one at a time until they are well beaten into the mixture
Sieve 12oz cream flour and fold in
Add 1/4 teaspoon baking powder, 1/2 teaspoon mixed spice and a pinch of nutmeg – mix well
Grate the rind of one lemon and extract the juice
Add lemon rind, juice and 1/4 teaspoon almond essence to the mix
(All of the above can be done with an electric mixer, and then I would switch to hand mixing for the next few steps!)
Add whiskey-soaked fruit, 3oz mixed peel and 3oz chopped cherries (also can be bought in your local supermarket)
Chuck in another 1/4 glass of whiskey for good measure!


How to line the cake tin:

Set a 9-inch round tin on a sheet of baking paper and trace the shape of the tin on the paper with a pen.
Cut two circles from the baking paper to match the size of the tin; and a further small hole in the middle of one sheet (this is for the top of the cake)
Grease the inside of the tin with butter or oil and place one circular sheet at the bottom
Cut two rectangular pieces of baking paper and run them around the sides of the tin. They may need a little tape in the middle to keep them together, alternatively you can use string to hold it all in place.

Waiting is THE WORST

Waiting is THE WORST

Pour the cake mixture inside, spreading out the top evenly with the back of a spoon
Chopped almonds can be sprinkled on top if you wish
Place the second circular sheet of baking paper on top – the idea of the small hole in the centre is that your cake is being kept moist in baking without burning the top
Bake in a pre-heated oven at 150C for approximately two hours, or until a skewer put in the middle comes out clean
When baked, cool on a wire rack until cold.
Keep wrapped in baking sheets and tin foil and it will keep for up to two weeks. Make sure to pop a few holes in the top and ‘feed’ it with the odd capful of whiskey from time to time!

[This article first appeared on fab parenting website HerFamily.ie]

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(I had myself) A Very Sober Xmas….

Ass Monkey and I had our now traditional Xmas Eve lunch with Jacob in the fabulous french restaurant Chez Max Palace Street, and we had a little happy memory chat to ourselves about the changes in Jacob for each of the last three Xmas’s that we’ve been there. The first year, he was a tiny 4 month old baby in his buggy and slept through the whole thing; the second year, he was in a high chair playing Peekaboo with us; and this year, as a 2-and-a-bit year old little man, he basically ordered his own meal, roared ‘Jingle Bells’ at the top of his lungs for all the amused customers, and then demanded to watch Bob the Builder on Dadda’s phone (presumably coz we were boring him).

Then we had a FURTHER trip down memory lane – waaaay back to when we didn’t have Jacob, nor each other for that matter – back to ‘The Single Days of Xmas’s Past’. By jesus were those memories still really happy ones. And why wouldn’t they be? We hadn’t a care in the world, we had shit loads of expendable income to splurge on presents and show off to our families at how well we were doing. AND we were really, really drunk most of the time.

I distinctly remember (which I guess is quite miraculous given how pissed I was), leaving work in a restaurant Xmas Eve, going to lunch with all the staff, then going to someone’s apartment in town afterwards to keep drinking, snogged some random boy and then eventually realized…. it was after midnight, I was in the city centre, my parents were in their house in Rush, Co. Dublin – and that’s where I was supposed to be. I forgot to go home. I staggered out onto the empty and rainy streets to grab a taxi, whereby the driver happily informed me that it was double the fare as it was essentially Xmas Day. It cost me about £100.00 to get home at the time.

As Ass Monkey and I laughed about our ‘crazy days’ stories, I realized that I was so glad to have had them and experienced them, because I appreciate our new chapter now. Not that I’ve done it all, but I’m just in a different stage of the journey of my life now. Sure, I’d like nothing better than to camp down in O’Neill’s for the afternoon with Ass Monkey, drinking hot whiskeys til they chucked us out, but we’ll have to wait a while to get back to that one. Not least because we have Jacob to consider, but because I’m knocked up again & can’t realistically get blotto. I did enjoy very orange juice-heavy mimosas, some red wine and Guinness over the festivities, but mostly I was either a) designated (preggo) driver or b) asleep by 10pm, so I was a well-behaved sober lady.

In any case, drunk, preggo, sober, whatever – I think we had one of our better Xmas’s on record to date. Jacob hasn’t quite gotten to grasps with the ‘magic’ of Santa Claus yet, but he sure knows who he is & is still obsessed with his Thomas the Tank Engine train & track that Santa brought him. Hearing him sing Jingle Bells (unprompted!) on Xmas morning has to go down as one of the more heart-warming of moments. See it here: Jacob Sings Jingle Bells

Happy New Year from me, from The Bump, and from Jacob xxx