I've just spent ten days in a large beautiful house chock full of old English ladies. The cook is from Yorkshire and is of the old school. I can't say I was happy to revisit my childhood memories of cooked-to-a-paste brussels sprouts, but no one should go through to the end of life without having at least one real English Bread and Butter pud.
Oh baby! I am so in favour of English puddings!
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