And not Christmas bells. This time it is wedding bells.
I am off to a very special family wedding.
I was honoured to be asked to do some baking for this happy occasion. My job is to make gingerbread biscuits that can double as place cards. As it is only a small affair, I have jumped at the chance to add my own bit of homemade goodness to the day. (Some Greek friends of mine, who are getting married next year, have over one thousand guests coming to their wedding.)
Over the past few months we have been taste testing various gingerbread recipes and have finally settled on one. Today I managed one last test before the proper baking tomorrow. As there are 17 guests, only two batches will need to be made. The vital learning point from today's run-through was to not get distracted as the biscuits seem to lose their charm when they get a little too crunchy around the edges. I think I will be needing to lock the kitchen door in the morning to keep everyone out.
So tomorrow afternoon we are off to Ireland for a week, celebrating with family we haven't hugged in five months.
See you just before Christmas.
PS Sorry about the photos. With the sun setting just before 4pm and the low light globes,everything looks a little orange.