A copy of the Book of Common Prayer is an odd thing for a non-Christian to have in their possession. Nonetheless I have a copy, and each year on the 25th Sunday after Trinity I open it to read the collect. For today is Stir-Up Sunday. Traditionally this is the Sunday when we are not only reminded to stir up our wills and bring forth the fruit of good works but also to stir up our Christmas puddings plenteously with dried fruit.
This I have done using a slightly adapted and reduced version of Delia's Christmas pud.
Tradition has it that each member of the family has to give it a stir and make a wish. My family takes a slightly anarchic view of this tradition.
Katie is the least anarchic and gives the pud a good solid stir.
Note the traditional sixpence.
My husband, however, was not in the mood for tradition. 'Look, a bum!' he said in a pleased voice.
'Ooh, I know what I'm going to make!' said Tom,
'Look, you are supposed to be stirring not sculpting' I say.
Fortunately the bowl was not really big enough for Tom's idea to work.
Trust me you don't want to know what it was.
At last I persuaded them to stir properly.