Like all true Englishmen, I like my puddings. Not desserts. Puddings. There's a big difference. Desserts are for sissies. Puddings are big, steaming affairs, mountains of sweetness constructed for stout-hearted men possessing more appetite than shame and, preferably, wearing trousers equipped with an elasticated waistband. Imagine my pleasure, therefore, when the wonderful Mrs E took … Continue reading The Pudding Club