Sounds a lot better than my English cousin’s “pudding”… which ended up being a bowl lined with bread slices, then filled with jam, upended on a plate. Gah!! No one else at the table seemed to find this at all odd or disgusting, so I just drank some more wine and let them get on with it. That was about the time the potted plant caught fire and set off the smoke alarm. Someone had stuck a lit incense stick in the pot. Hilarity ensued.
When I was a schoolgirl in London, we sat at a long table to have our lunch, there are some dishes best forgotten (I admit) but for dessert there was usually a pitcher of custard to pour over whatever the last course was, and that would have made cardboard delicious 😉 .
Sounds a lot better than my English cousin’s “pudding”… which ended up being a bowl lined with bread slices, then filled with jam, upended on a plate. Gah!! No one else at the table seemed to find this at all odd or disgusting, so I just drank some more wine and let them get on with it. That was about the time the potted plant caught fire and set off the smoke alarm. Someone had stuck a lit incense stick in the pot. Hilarity ensued.
When I was a schoolgirl in London, we sat at a long table to have our lunch, there are some dishes best forgotten (I admit) but for dessert there was usually a pitcher of custard to pour over whatever the last course was, and that would have made cardboard delicious 😉 .
One of my favourite puddings. Love it.
Oh, Ms. Gallivanta, why, I believe you will be featured next (and there’s a recipe)… xox, V
Yay!, she says, helping herself to another slice of The Chocolate Sour Cream Cake.
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