The pukka bread and butter pudding.
Hi Everyone. So after a hard day on the computer, relaxing with a pint of Irish heaven the conversation naturally turned to bread and butter puddings. My own favourite is brioche steeped in whisky marmalade. My long time pal and chef for forty odd years put his threepence worth in. I foolishly suggested using malt loaf. My good friend laughed and called me a stupid txt. Indignant now, I informed him I would make some that very next day.
Rising bright and early I got straight on with this culinary delight. I noticed the malt bread was not absorbing any of the liquid, and I mean non. Once out of the oven it was worse than I feared. It was a very solid consistency you could say. I braved the pixx taking at the pub and my pals hoots of “you should have listened to a proper chef. I can take it. We have an ongoing competition for the best sweetcorn this year, I am vey confident.
Speak soon Simon.
My sweetcorn.
Looking good.
