Do you remember my Christmas pudding story: Our Christmas Pudding Collection?
Every year we buy a pudding and every year we never eat it. We just toss the pudding into the pantry, and it is never seen again. It becomes part of our Christmas pudding collection. But last year was different. We ate up the pile of accumulated puddings, the whole collection, every single one of them, years and years worth. Wow! They were delicious.
This year there is no chance we will be starting a new Christmas pudding collection. No. We won’t even be buying a Christmas pudding. They’re not allowed. You see, Christmas puddings are full of sugar, which we are no longer allowed to eat.
It all started when my sister Vicky wrote a post about giving up sugar. I read the post with interest but I certainly wasn’t about to agree with the opinion that sugar is bad for our health. I liked sugar. I also like my own opinions. Why do I find it so difficult to consider someone else might know better than me?
Well, I left some comment or other about how sugar was a necessary part of our social life. I was sure being a sugar-free family would be terribly inconvenient to our hosts every time we went visiting. Just imagine... A delicious ooey-gooey chocolate pudding arrives at the dinner table, and we clamp our lips tightly together, shake our heads and say, “I’m sorry, we don’t eat sugar.” I just couldn’t do that to all my wonderful sugar-eating friends. I also couldn’t do it to myself.
Then one day as I was standing at the check-out at Big W I glanced to my left, and there was this book staring at me: I Quit Sugar. It was shouting, “Read me! Read me!” I didn’t want to read it. I was doing my best to ignore it, but then I noticed it was on special. I can’t resist a bargain. I bought the book and took it home. But I didn’t read it. I said to my daughters, “Have a look at this book. Find out if sugar is bad for us.” That was a mistake.
Soon Imogen appeared, book in hand. “Sugar’s bad for you, Mum. We should give up sugar.” And that was that. No more sugar. I was no longer allowed to eat it. Have I ever told you how bossy my daughters are? They’re always organising my life, telling me what I can and cannot do. I should have known better. I never should have given them the book. (Only joking!)
So we have been a sugar-free family for months and months now. Was it hard to give up sugar? How has it been? It was much easier adjusting to our new sugar-free existence than I imagined, but after reading the book, we came to the conclusion we ate far less sugar to start with than a lot of people. Now we don’t miss sugar at all. Actually a couple of times, we’ve treated ourselves to sweet cakes and biscuits while in a coffee shop. (The girls aren't so rigid a grain of sugar isn’t allowed past my lips (or theirs.) But…
“Wow! This tastes so sweet. I can’t eat any more of it.”
Yes, our tastes have changed.
“What are we going to cook for Christmas?” I ask.
“Well, we can’t have Christmas cake or pudding or trifle or chocolate mousse as usual,” replies Imogen.
We can’t? “So what are we going to have instead?”
It was time for some new ideas. I bought a sugar-free Christmas cookbook, we all read it, and then we had a family discussion. We decided we're having a sugar-free chocolate cake topped with almonds, a sugar-free version of meringue and berry trifle, and a deep berry-topped cheese cake. Mmmm!
That all sounds very delicious. Everyone is happy. We are going to feast like kings.
But a tiny part of me is yearning for Christmas pudding. Just a little spoonful of moist rich fruity pudding topped with cream or custard. Ahhhh! I can just imagine it. I can even smell it. Oh the taste!
“I’m going to miss having Christmas pudding,” I admit to my family.
“I’m not,” says my husband Andy. Have we converted him completely to a sugar-free diet? Doesn’t the usual Christmas fare tempt him? I admire his ability to ignore all those sweet treats beckoning us every time we enter the supermarket. He is made of sterner stuff than me.
“No, I’m not going to miss Christmas pudding,” says Andy. “I bought one the other day. It's in the pantry.”
“But Dad! Think of all the sugar!”
Andy grins. He doesn’t care. Nor do I. Christmas pudding… mmm!
There is only one problem. Will the girls let us eat it? Or will it become part of a new Christmas pudding collection?
“I bought some mince pies as well," says Andy.
I like mince pies too. Do you?
I would like to thank everyone for reading my posts this year. A special thank you to all who have stopped to comment. I love my blogging friends!
I hope you have a very happy Christmas together with your families. I wish you lots of joy and love and smiles and happy moments and... big helpings of Christmas pudding!