gulped, swallowed or chewed, still worth a King’s ransom
Back in the late '70s/early '80s, I used to read Punch, mostly for the cartoons. I retain a fond memory of one showing a man in medieval tunic with a lit candle strapped to his wrist, and an acolyte to whom he remarked: I prefer the pocket sundial. It doesn't singe the falcon.* I imagine regular readers here will understand why it appealed to me.
Anyway. Clement Freud used to write a food column for this magazine, and on one occasion wrote thus: The best suet pudding in the world is Sussex Pond Pudding. I am not prepared to argue this. If you make it you will find that I am right.
I made one for lunch today. Discovered, in the process, that I no longer possess a proper pudding basin, and that the pressure cooker is solid aluminium and does not work with our induction hob, so I had to steam the pudding in a regular saucepan. It could have used an extra hour, I think, but the butter and sugar had melted into delicious goo, the lemon was sufficiently steamed/soaked in sugar and butter, and the suet pastry, although not quite as fluffy as I would have liked, was not bad. All this with Gluten Free flour, as my BIL and son were present at the feast.
I shall equip myself with a properly shaped pudding basin, and try again. With a bit more margin to allow proper steaming time.
* It was in fact a 'recaption this elderly cartoon', and a jolly good one, too.
Anyway. Clement Freud used to write a food column for this magazine, and on one occasion wrote thus: The best suet pudding in the world is Sussex Pond Pudding. I am not prepared to argue this. If you make it you will find that I am right.
I made one for lunch today. Discovered, in the process, that I no longer possess a proper pudding basin, and that the pressure cooker is solid aluminium and does not work with our induction hob, so I had to steam the pudding in a regular saucepan. It could have used an extra hour, I think, but the butter and sugar had melted into delicious goo, the lemon was sufficiently steamed/soaked in sugar and butter, and the suet pastry, although not quite as fluffy as I would have liked, was not bad. All this with Gluten Free flour, as my BIL and son were present at the feast.
I shall equip myself with a properly shaped pudding basin, and try again. With a bit more margin to allow proper steaming time.
* It was in fact a 'recaption this elderly cartoon', and a jolly good one, too.
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growing up, my grandmother would make a wonderful steamed carrot pudding around the holidays. after her death, my mom ended up with the pudding steamer thing - basically nested saucepans with holes in the upper one, and we'd make it sometimes. I wonder where that ended up - after several downsizings, I don't know that she kept it, and I doubt my sister took it. maybe I should ask. I mean, it's not like I'm likely to start making puddings all the time, but I'd hate for it to end up in a thrift shop, where no one would know what it was.
hope you can obtain a proper basin soon, so you don't have to mess about with substitutes
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My mum had a steamer saucepan too. I make do with a pudding dish rattling on a saucer in the bottom of a normal saucepan. I don't know why the rattly saucer is essential unless it's that you know all the water has boiled away when it stops rattling.
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I am awed! I made one of those because GBBO and it was a production but worth it
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