Mincemeat, a poem by Elizabeth Gould
Elizabeth Gould’s poem is another extract from The Book of Christmas, edited by Fiona Waters, mentioned on the 2nd December and again it is about a traditional edible element of Christmas. Having said that, as consumers are only too aware it is perfectly possible to buy mince pies all the year round. I still persist in the notion that mince pies taste much nicer in December, when they are supposed (by any right minded person) to be eaten. It is also perfectly true that a mince pie is an ideal snack to leave out for Father Christmas on his big night out.
Here are a few lines to tempt your tastebuds:
Sing a song of mincemeat,
Currants, raisins, spice,
Apples, sugar, nutmeg,
Pack it all away
Tied in little jars and pots,
Until Christmas Day.
What is your favourite festive fayre? Are you a mince pie fan?