A few days ago, I called Mum back home in England to get a recipe from her - a recipe that I have never attempted before and one that I can vividly remember being a part of my Christmas memories from my childhood.
The recipe - A Christmas Cake, would often be started by Mum back in November long before the excitement of Christmas has begun - a prelude to Christmas and a sign for us that it was on its way.
I have no idea as to the amount of cakes Mum actually used to produce (I dare say we are talking double figures!) I just remember the smell use to fill the house for days and the *big* oven that we used very rarely would be lit for hours baking various batches - many of which were beautifully decorated and given as Christmas gifts in December.
And whilst I remembered all of this, it was only after our cake had been mixed and was baking in the oven, that the smell just brought all those memories (and more) back. Funnily enough, it also had the same effect on Jay who then told me about the fruit cakes his Mum use to bake.
So now, with our first Christmas Cake made and the smell of Christmas still in the air, I think we have just started a tradition for our little family..