Following from the last post, we cracked open the pease pudding and had a look. It was very… beige.
It looked like lumps of dry chalk in the pan, but I stirred in some water, which made it seem more edible. Then, the moment of truth…
Actually, pease pudding is rather nice! Maybe not in an ‘I want to eat it every day’ sort of way, but it has a good comfort food feel to it. Better than mushy peas, because it’s not dyed flourescent green.
And in the spirit of stodgy English things, happy birthday today to Prince Philip! (Who is actually Greek). My Glasgow Auntie just sent me this series of photos of him surely cracking one off after having eaten too much pease pudding. All the expressions on those royal faces, they are priceless.