Traditions....
Every Christmas Eve for about as long as I can remember I have made mince pies with Pooh. This year however JB and I spent Christmas as a duo (or rather as an impending trio) and the traditional Pooh/Nisa combo had to alter.
Year after year Pooh and I have churned out numerous batches of pies and each year I have become a little more bolshy in the kitchen. Most people who know me well will know that I'm not the most tolerant of souls when it comes to culinary 'space'........hmmm perhaps that's putting it mildly! Pooh will readily admit that she has become more of an assistant than instructor as I have gradually taken over the pastry making reigns.
So this year it was with slight trepidation that Jonathan joined me in the kitchen donning his festive red 'pinny', sorry apron for the occasion..........I think to escape alive and still married was as much as we had hoped for!
Much to the relief of both parties we seemed to make a good team and managed to produce 31 (the 1 is obviously of paramount importance) star-topped mince pies without clawing my eyes out with horror or impatience. A small victory for me and my 'patience issues' which perhaps bodes well for my fledgling parenting skills??
This is one of the small everyday miracles of our marriage (sick bag at the ready!) that despite my worries about things going horribly wrong they invariably go swimmingly and I end up feeling like I should have trusted that they would from the outset.
JB has a lot of patience - Thanks hon!