British Puddings are dying out 😮

I make puddings all year round- pavlova, crumble, various steamed puddings, iced cream, mousse etc., etc. Sunday is a feast day so we always have a pudding.

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Given the runaway obesity crisis in the UK - which is something else that's crossed the Atlantic - it's probably a good thing that puddings are dying out.

Our increasingly sedentary lifestyles cannot take meat, veg, gravy and Yorkshire pudding followed by heavy puddings with gallons of custard or cream, on a regular basis.

The obesity problem her and in the us isn’t down to puddings, it’s down to quantity and junk food= additives.

It’s about calories, we don’t need them these days, I well remember school meals, stodge - steamed pudding usually times a week. We all made the jokes but ate it with relish because we were much more active then, many biked to school, being taken in a car was almost unheard of.

At home few, if any had central heating so we used a lot of energy keeping warm. Times have changed, not always for the better.

Always a crumble when the older GC visit, blackberry and apple is their favourite but any fruit will do - it’s the crumble and custard they’re really after.

My MiL had a boiler than sat in the garage. On fine days she would wheel it into the garden and it would steam away producing puddings galore. In the run up to December it would be working away making enough Christmas puds for all the family and the whole village too!

I tend to bake rather than steam, but puds are certainly on the menu here. We may not bother with a main course first - soup followed by pud on a cold day.

I do love an old fashioned pudding, my maternal grandmother and mother used to make delicious steamed puddings and they will always have a special place in my heart. We hardly ever have a pudding, they would be a special treat. My sweet treats tend to be in the form of fruit, summer berries, with a dash of cream, sometimes, when we have people here, I'll make a meringue to go with those. Nectarines are a personal favourite so one of those will be my pudding. In the winter I'll make a crumble or two, I've even ventured into bread and butter pudding territory. In a bygone age before the population became so sedentary it was normal to have such calorific fare and somehow or other people didn't balloon in weight as they have today, but those 3 meals a day cooked from scratch, without the advent of fast food, constant snacking, sitting down less, moving about more lifestyles were considered, in spite of the calorie content of those old fashioned puddings, a whole lot healthier then.

There's a hotel up in the Cotswolds known as "The Pudding Club" where, as the name suggests, they are famed for celebrating the pudding. We've toyed with the idea of a night or two in that hotel, but I think I'd worry about the after effects, I believe the customer is encouraged to indulge in an array of wonderful puddings. Irresistible!

I’ve never really liked puddings. Apple pie was the only thing my mother was any good at making and apart from Spotted Dick the ones at school were just too sweet for me. I also disliked custard which didn’t help.
They’re too carb heavy for modern diets so I guess that’s why they’re dying out.

Given the runaway obesity crisis in the UK - which is something else that's crossed the Atlantic - it's probably a good thing that puddings are dying out.

Our increasingly sedentary lifestyles cannot take meat, veg, gravy and Yorkshire pudding followed by heavy puddings with gallons of custard or cream, on a regular basis.

Spotted dick and jam roll poly two of favourites done the old fashioned way suet and steamed in a saucepan of water. Thick Birds custard made with the powder and milk in a jug yummy.
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I do not bake puddings or cakes in the summer, apart from the occasional pavlovas, lemon tart or summer pudding. We tend to stick to fresh fruits and ice cream.

As soon as the weather turns then it’s crumbles, apple pies, banana bread, strudels. I would steam puddings but DH doesn’t like them and now the children have flown the nest it would mean me eating them and having to buy a new wardrobe to accommodate my expanding waistline 😹