One of my fondest memories of primary school was, believe it or not, the school dinners.
I’m not talking about the questionable ‘meat’ slices we had with our roast dinners (WTF was that stuff?! It’s probably best not to know) nor the pink gunge known as Blamange that we were often presented with. I’m talking about the holy grail of puddings that we got once in a Blue Moon, but when that day arrived, my word I was a happy little person;
I can still remember the taste of it if I close my eyes.
The way the Butterscotch filling stuck to the back of my scratched spoon.
The way the pastry flew across my melamine plate if I wasn’t careful as I cut it.
The dollop of sweet, marshmallow like cream on the top of it.
Utter childhood bliss.
My two eldest boys are suckers for this pudding too so we spent some time yesterday making one. They sat there in the kitchen last night, savouring every mouthful and telling me, “this is the pudding of my dreams Mummy!”. Happiness personified.
I hear ya kiddos, I hear ya. Now, where’s my slice?
Here’s the recipe!