Almost all my favourite Christmas biscuits are of Germanic or Italian origin. 2 years ago I made lots of Gingerbread, Kipferl and Lebkuchen while last year it was amaretti. This year I’ve made plenty of amaretti but I also discovered a simple and delicious recipe for cinnamon stars. The recipe is by Edd Kimber and is to be found on the BBC Good Food website.
2 large egg white
1 tsp lemon juice, plus zest 1 lemon
200g icing sugar, plus extra for dusting
250g ground almond
2 tsp ground cinnamon
1 tsp ground ginger
Heat oven to 150°C/130°C for fan oven/ Gas Mark 2.
Line a couple of largish baking trays with baking parchment.
With an electric mixer whisk egg whites until foamy. Add the lemon juice and whisk again until soft peak stage.
Gradually sift in the icing sugar and carry on whisking until the mixture stiffens. Set aside about a quarter of the mixture for the meringue topping. To the rest add the almonds, cinnamon, ginger, lemon zest and mix until a stiff, slightly sticky dough results.
Gather the dough together and place on a piece of baking parchment which has been lightly dusted with icing sugar. Sparingly dust the top of the dough and place a second sheet of baking parchment over the top. Roll out the dough to a thickness of about 0.5 cm. Peel off the top sheet of parchment and with a little bowl of icing sugar standing by in which to keep dipping your cutter cut out the biscuits. They won’t spread much at all so they can be 1-2 cm apart and you will get quite a lot on a tray. (As usual, I made them quite small – c. 2.5 cm across). Place on prepared tray. Cover the top of the biscuit with the meringue mixture set aside earlier (you may need to loosen this with a few drops of water but I didn’t). Put in oven for about 10 minutes (12-15 if you have used a 5cm cutter). The meringue should be set but not brown. Allow to cool fully before putting in an airtight container where they could in theory be kept for up to 2 weeks.
Both North Stoke and Ipsden had their carol services on Sunday late afternoon/evening and both saw turnouts of about 90 people (one village has a population of about 220; the other is just over 300). Mulled wine and Christmas delicacies follow the services and goodness was there plenty. So lavish was mulled wine production at Ipsden that not only was there enough for those in the church but a full flask came home with us too. The rest of the evening was consequently very relaxing and we all slept extremely well – but previously …
I had just begun reading the first lesson at Ipsden, when the smallest member of the family achieved a noisy breakout from his pew, did a rather fine dummy run past me at the lectern (rendering me helpless with ill suppressed giggles and the beginnings of tears), raided the crib of a goat and two sheep and made his getaway back the way he had come. I think I may have amended Genesis to the tune of noting that it wasn’t only the voice of God that could be heard in the garden and for a moment I did wonder whether I would be able to continue in anything other than a strangled half laugh/half cry of a voice. The parents, after a valiant attempt of containment decided perhaps the walk home was in order – the next target would have definitely been the vicar whose appearance in a dress has proved to be so exciting that the small person feels he has to keep tugging at it while lovingly looking up and interrogatively repeating, “gumpa?”. People were very charitable about him and several came up to afterwards saying he should have stayed and children should be welcome in church and in principle I agree … in practice … well, lets just say he will be 2 on 29 December…
Last night, the vicar had a more informal celebration in the ruined church at Mongewell and even there there were probably well over 50 people (and possibly 70) crammed into the old apse which is all that remains weather tight.
The vicarage is filing up with the first instalment of family as the politicos dragged themselves away from Palace of Westminster and settled themselves into rural life (if you don’t count going back for a drinks party this evening). Now I must get back to finishing the latest jumper for someone’s Christmas present – why oh why did I go for multicoloured stripes? Am I really going to bother weaving in all those loose threads from the end of the stripes? (And since Penny from Norwich left a comment telling me that Kaffe Fassett used to leave his ends dangling free I almost feel that’s all the precedence I need.) Slovenliness is creeping into the Christmas preparations…