One is still catching up on the lost days when the internet vanished like a will-o'-the-wisp as our laptop suffered some internal malady - like technological diverticulitis.
You may not have noticed this but my blogging stage name is Yorkshire Pudding. In selecting this pseudonym, there seemed to be no more obvious or better choice. After all, my racial heritage is 100% Yorkshire. What could be better than to name myself after my great county's culinary treasure.
When I make Yorkshire puddings no measuring happens and no cookbooks are ever consulted. I could make Yorkshire puddings with my eyes closed. The basic mixture is on the face of things very simple but to make successful Yorkshire puddings you need experience and passion -two qualities which I have in abundance.
On Sunday, the evening sunlight illuminated the batch I had freshly prepared for Sunday dinner. Golden and crispy, they rose from the hollows in the old baking tin like little Yorkist angels. My mother would have been proud of me. Have a look at these bad boys:-
On Easter Monday, I parked on Bents Green Road just a mile from here on the western edge of the city. Its elevation is perhaps two hundred feet above our street's altitude so spring bursts ever so slightly later up there. I noticed the fresh and vibrant cherry blossom when the glory of the blossoming cherry trees closer to home was already fading.
In one of the pictures you can see Clint snoozing under a pink tree - he is so sleek and silver.and was perturbed about petals falling upon his paintwork but he needn't have worried. The air was so still.
In other news, Ian and Henry have made the front cover of a national food magazine called "Vegan Life". The "Bosh!" story keeps on running:-
My lovely grandma, a Yorkshirewoman through and through, taught me how to make proper yorkshire puddings back in the 60s when I were a lass. Alas, I no longer make them and have forgotten how to do it now.
ReplyDeleteGrandma will be turning in her grave. She passed you a magical baton and you cast it aside like an empty "Walkers" crisp packet.
DeleteOh, lovely yorkshires, I can't make them that high, wish you had a recipe.
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I guess that Sussexers' Yorkshire puds are like French crepes or leather.
DeleteYes, mine look like a frenchman's beret, lol
DeleteFrenchmen's berets are usually black!
Deleteoh be still my beating heart!
ReplyDeletethe puddings not the men
When they were served we poured homemade onion gravy over them. This rich, meaty and unctuous liquid moved slowly over the golden beauties as though in a "Bisto" commercial from long ago.
DeleteI admire your culinary skills. Given your insistence on terminological exactitude I'm surprised that you consider being a Yorkshireman defining of your race. It is, after all, nothing more than an arbitrary local government area. It was probably defined by a London bureaucrat who'd never been north of Watford.
ReplyDeleteNo, no, no my devilish scouse-gobbling friend. Yorkshire was created by Almighty Odin when the present site of London was but a tidal swamp inhabited by eels, toads and other slimy creatures. Watford only existed in nightmares. In Christian mythology, "The Garden of Eden" was but a thinly disguised representation of Yorkshire. So there!
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DeleteMmmm those puddings look delicious! I've never tasted them but I would like to.
ReplyDeleteYou are like Eve.
DeleteWow! Those look good! It seems you are quite the cook - how lucky for Shirley. I love the cover picture of the boys.
ReplyDeleteI am a little bit nicer than Gordon Ramsey!
DeleteI always used to make my own Yorkshire puddings. Nowadays I cheat and use Aunt Bessie's.
ReplyDeleteDoes Aunt Bessie live in your village? What a co-incidence!
DeleteYou know, I'd actually never even wondered what a real Yorkshire Pudding was. This is odd in that I am vastly curious about food. So now I've looked it up and I'm still a bit confused. But yours are beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYay for the Vegan Boys! Are they tired of the limelight yet?
I doubt it.
Lovely shot of Clint, by the way.
I guess that it would be improper to make Yorkshire puddings in Florida! Ian and Henry like the limelight and for now they are happy to keep riding the wave. Thanks for dropping by again Mer Moon.
DeleteWell if you made the Yorkshire pudding it looks great. I like Yorkshire pudding.
ReplyDeleteIs that a pet name that you and The Micro Manager use?
DeleteHow, this is a lot to chew over!
ReplyDeleteAlthough, the puds look so delightfully light not much chewing would be required! Yum! Yum, yorkies, Yorkie!
You are not the only blogger who knows how to cook Lee!
DeleteThe flowering tree is delightful and the puddings look irresistible.
ReplyDeleteClint is a grump, isn't he?
Yes. Clint is a grump. He must have had a difficult childhood over in South Korea.
DeleteVery impressive. I had Yorkshire pudding once, and it was tough and tasteless. It was served at a hotel catered event, which might explain why. Your description sounds like a whole other beastie.
ReplyDeleteThose cherry trees are gorgeous. And - another feather in the Bosh! fellows' hats! Their burgers look delicious. Did Ian get his start in the kitchen from you?
Unintentionally, I showed Ian that men can be creative in the kitchen. I cooked family meals throughout his childhood. Give me the name of that hotel and I will sue them for defaming The Yorkshire Pudding! It's outrageous!
DeleteI'm sorry, Yorkshire *puddings*? My mum is from near Bradford, and Sunday dinner had a starter which was a single large rectangular Yorkshire pudding made in a baking tray cut ino 4 quarters and served with gravy. When I first encountered these small circles of blandness , I asked what they were.
ReplyDeleteAre you sure you're from Yorkshire or is this all an act ;-)
I too was raised on those big rectangles of gorgeousness CO. As for your last question I am as Yorkshire as the evening sun on York Minster
DeleteAs Yorkshire as a pint of "Black Sheep"
As Yorkshire as the Yorkshire Wolds
As Yorkshire as an episode of "Emmerdale"
As Yorkshire as a steaming mug of Yorkshire Tea
As Yorkshire as the bluntness of a creaking oldie...
Nah then.
DeleteThat reminds me - I didn't eat Yorkshire Puds while I was in Yorkshire last month! I need to make them at home again, it's been a while.
ReplyDeleteIan and Henry must be incredibly busy these days, with all those media people knocking on their door for interviews, magazine and TV features, shows and talks and so on.
You are a very bad girl - not eating Yorkshire puddings when in Yorkshire! Do not be surprised if your visa is revoked! Regarding Ian, I can now kind of understand how Elvis Presley's father must have felt when his son became a star.
DeleteI have never made a Yorkshire pudding , but then I don't cook roast lumps of beef, so why would I ? When I was a child Mum used to make YP in a large tin, and we had it for " pudding" with golden syrup. Do I hear you shouting " sacrilege" ? It was delicious and no doubt a cheap pudding to make !
ReplyDeleteYou do not hear me shouting "Sacrilege!", you hear me shouting down the phone to your local police station, "Arrest that woman! She's called Frances! She abused me!"
DeleteOh, your Yorkshire puds make me swoon! Well, maybe not swoon, but certainly make me wish I had one. I love a good YP.
ReplyDeleteHappy to see the boys still riding the wave. Best of luck for their continued success.
I believe I am a "good YP" Mary so your third sentence has made me swoon!
DeleteWait -- I thought Yorkshire Pudding was your REAL name. Are you telling me you've been deceiving us all these years?!
ReplyDeleteI confess... even as I point out that Bob Dylan is not his real name and John Wayne was really called Marion Morrison.
DeleteI am, as you know a proud Lancastrian albeit from Yorkshire blood. Your puddings are outstanding. Doth he as eats most pudding get most meat after?
ReplyDeleteHe doth my little hot pot.
DeleteOh, those puddings look good! Like Creaking Oldie, our pudding was always made in a huge rectangular dish and divided up amongst the family. The idea was to fill you up so that you didn't then eat as much meat.
ReplyDeleteMy mother tried that one too but it never worked.
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