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There is a Christmassy feel in London. It is getting crisp and cold. Christmas decorations are popping up everywhere. And, on top of this, I am eating mince pies at every possible opportunities. Life doesn’t get any better than this, right?
Believe it or not, I was initially reluctant to eat mince pies because I thought that it was actually made with mince (yes, meat!). You see, I am not a huge fan of the whole meat and jam combination. I know, I am not very adventurous. But I was wrong. Mince pies are all about sultanas, oranges, nutmeg and cinnamon. There is nothing not to like about them. They taste like mulled wine without the alcohol. They make you feel good and get into the Christmas spirit.
So here I am, stuffing my face with a mince pie with my morning coffee, and absolutely loving it. I will burn the calories later, at Bikram or during a run. After all, who cares?
Christmas decorations on Victoria Street
I can’t think of any equivalent in France. Christmas food is usually for the Christmas lunch itself. Of course, you have to eat 13 desserts including nougat and other delicacies, on Christmas Eve. But I hadn’t heard about mince pies before moving over here.
Apparently, old recipes for mince pies mentioned the fact that you need to use 13 ingredients. Just like the 13 deserts in Provence. They represent the 12 apostles and Jesus. I shamefully admit that I didn’t know it until I researched it. How did we manage before Google again?
People are quick to admit that French food is up there in terms of taste. That may well be true but hey, the Brits have mince pies. I think that I am becoming more British by the day!

Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London