… but no Bread Pudding …
We nearly had a white Christmas. The snow was just one day late.
On Boxing Day, before the weather started to turn, we had our big family Christmas. And when I say big, I mean big: 24 adults and 9 children (6 of those five years or younger). We always have a big buffet to which everybody contributes. I made some bread and it was rather well received. I mean, come on, freshly baked on the day – how much better can it get?
We ate the not so nicely shaped loaf, the nice round one I brought home, sliced it up and put it in the freezer.
I got Paul Hollywood’s British Baking for Christmas and sometimes I just can’t wait to try out a recipe from a new book. We had a Scottish St Fillan’s Pudding for dessert today, with custard, and it was really nice.
I didn’t change anything about the recipe, you’ll be surprised to hear, not even the sugar content. Maybe I should have left it in the oven a bit longer, it looks quite pale compared to the one in the book.
It tasted lovely though, warm and cold. And custard is a great accompaniment for it.