Experience: I’ve been eating the same batch of mince pies for 20 years
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When my mum died we found a container of her handmade festive favourites in the freezer. I eat one every year and reminisce about past Christmases with her. Every year on 1 December, I’ll open the freezer and know that Christmas has finally come. Hidden away in a large Tupperware box are mince pies that were handmade by my mother.
For the past 20 years, I have been slowly making my way through them by eating one on 1 December every year. With their rough, thick pastry cases and delicious handmade whisky-soaked mincemeat, each pie fills me with joy and nostalgia, as I reminisce about past Christmases with my mum.
In 2003, my mum passed away just days after my dad. It was just before Christmas: we’d been planning his funeral and she had a heart attack. They were buried together on 23 December. The family was devastated. I could never have predicted that I’d be an orphan by 32.
My mum’s house at the time was like Santa’s grotto. The day before her death, she was up all night wrapping presents and writing cards for us all. I’d stayed with her in the days after my dad’s death, but she told me to go home as she was putting on a brave face and wanted to cry without me there. Sometimes I wonder whether she had a feeling something might happen to her and wanted to make sure everything was ready, just in case.
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