Bites of Nostalgia
Christams 1981 in a mince pie
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Isn’t there something quite nostalgic about taking the first bite of a mince pie? For me, it’s a little round pastry that carries with it the weight of so many childhood memories, often of a simpler more innocent time.
I’m not a huge fan of large mince pies, but there is something quite delicious about the mini version, especially Tesco Finest range. I devoured my first mince pie this morning, and it was like a portal back to one particular Christmas of my childhood.
The most vivid memory was of Christmas Eve back in 1981, I was 7 years old. I woke to a blanket of snow that apparently clung to the ground well into February. The drifts were so high, I recall my dad venturing out with his trusty spade to carve paths through the thick snowy layers, while mum was busy prepping Christmas…