During my childhood days every year, Christmas was a big family get together on the farm; over fifty of us had a feast under the trees in our garden or on the large stoep on the original family farm. There were leg of lamb and my auntie Martie’s famous chicken pie with lots of salads on the side; my mom made steamed Christmas pudding in which a few coins were also hidden. This wreath is a resemblance of that pudding with the same flavour profile full of spiciness. But it is the silky creaminess of this rice pudding that makes it extra special.
Carmen Niehaus 