Today I am custodian of two bubbling saucepans containing my Christmas puddings.
I love the process of preparing and steaming the puddings, from getting the dried fruit drunk on rum the night before, to measuring out and mixing all the ingredients in my granny's old pudding bowl.
It is a tradition in our family to make the puddings on the last Sunday before Advent, stir it up Sunday.
Since I was a little girl I watched and later helped my lovely granny make the Christmas puddings. She continued making them until she was ninety when the baton was passed on to me.
Granny passed away three years ago but I still love stir it up Sunday. It is a wonderful way to remember her.
The happy memories baking 'stirs up' please me no end, so for me it is stir it up Sunday in more ways than one.
My granny always insisted that all the family took a turn to stir the pudding whilst making a secret wish.
The pudding was always stirred from east to west to represent the journey that the three wise men made to Bethlehem and often had a coin hidden inside for wealth, health and happiness.
So the pudding making today and the delicious smell which is wafting through the house as the pudding steams means the festive season is firmly on its merry way. Oh sugar. I better get organised.