It’s a well-known fact in our home that although I can cook … I’ve never quite mastered a Yorkshire pudding, no doubt you now are envisioning a light, golden and crisp masterpiece…..well mine are not quite like that
My puds are quite edible after all my boys didn’t grow to 6 foot 4, and 6 foot 2 by chance you know!! it’s just that my puds are … how shall I put it … they are ‘an acquired taste’ When Beloved & I took First Born on his first B&B holiday one of the evening meals included Yorkshire’s, upon tasting the good ladies puds, First Born screwed his face up and proclaimed ” These are not like yours Mum” I replied “What can I say son, not everyone can cook a Yorkshire properly” the rest of the diners then began to examine their puds in detail.
Many years later when First Born brought his Lady Love to dinner for the first time I cooked my Yorkshire’s simply to see her reaction, bless her she ate them, Beloved & I sat there sniggering while First Born told his Lady Love that she would never be able to cook a pud like mine, she tentatively replied that “No she didn’t think she could”.
A couple of years ago we had a family dinner where …
Gelfling Grandson took one bite, we all stopped eating and turned to look at him, he gifted us with a huge smile “Yummy in my tummy” was his critique, a cheer went up ..my legendary puds have found favour with another generation….my job here is done.