Archive | March, 2015


29 Mar


Brownies, Funeral Food, and Hatterstrong.

29 Mar

Brownies, Funeral Food, and Hatterstrong..

The comfort of pudding

27 Mar

The comfort of pudding.

The comfort of pudding

27 Mar

iron kettle of tea

When I was at chef school, a long time ago, we didn’t study puddings, we didn’t make puddings, and we didn’t eat them, not even in the privacy of our own kitchens, they were as we were told, “too homey,” which meant, too working class, unforgivably, thickened with cornstarch, and therefore, too common; dismissed as something that your grandmother used to make.  True enough, my grandmother did make puddings, chocolate and butterscotch, chocolate was my grandfather’s favorite, while I was and still am, a butterscotch girl.  Our puddings came out of a box, and were cooked on the stove, poured into little fruit nappies so that everyone got “skin.”  This eliminated the pudding skin skirmish that would always break out between my grandfather and myself; we both loved it.  With surgeon like precision he would carefully make an incision on the top and pour milk in, while I would use…

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Mrs Jameison’s Brownie Pudding

20 Mar

Mrs Jameison’s Brownie Pudding.

Madeira Pudding

19 Mar

Madeira Pudding.

Before We Were Born

12 Mar

Before We Were Born.