I have to be honest.  If left to my own devices, I probably would have never chosen to make a traditional British pudding.  I like cutesy things.  I like pink cakes and desserts that look like art projects.  I had this pre-conceived notion that steamed puddings were boring, both in taste and appearance.  How did I get this notion?  Perhaps I was judging a book by its cover.  I'd never even tasted steamed pudding.  It's peculiar how we sometimes develop opinions about things we haven't fully experienced.

I must be more careful of that.

I was a little surprised when I opened up the new issue of Bon Appetit to find an article on British puddings.  Strange coincidence, don't you think?

The April 2010 Daring Bakers’ challenge was hosted by Esther of The Lilac Kitchen. She challenged everyone to make a traditional British pudding using, if possible, a very traditional British ingredient: suet.


I made these yogurt pots last Sunday because I needed a little comfort food.  Funny how certain foods can make you feel good, and alternatively, there are some that can make you feel very, very bad.  Unfortunately, the latter is what I experienced last Saturday. I suspect my lunch had some kind of strange preservative, or maybe MSG in it, because not long afterward I started seeing flashing lights. The dreaded migraine headache.  I get about two a year and they always scare the heck out of me.


I'm all better now, but the ordeal left me wanting foods with few and simple ingredients. This dessert is just that. Very simple. It reminds me of a fruit-on-the-bottom yogurt, only a little more dessert-like. I really had the urge to bake something as well, and the lightness of the meringues just felt right at the time.

I'm the first one up most mornings.  It's still dark as I make my way downstairs (with a sleepy canine in tow) and begin my ritual: turn on computers, let Biscuit outside, make coffee, let Biscuit inside, clock in, begin typing.  I love my morning coffee.  It gets my fingers moving and helps my brain decode the usually illegible penmanship that all M.D.s seem to be born with. What would I do without it?

I really love coffee as an ingredient in desserts.  I woke up two days ago craving coffee macarons, yet I had never tasted one.  That evening my house was smelling like a café as I pulled two pans of espresso macarons out of the oven.  I have to say, they are my absolute favorite so far!

There's nothing like a pretty pink dessert to lift your spirits, and these little pink cakes definitely make me smile.  Their appearance reminds me of Hostess SnoBalls in miniature.  I found the recipe online, and after reading it entirely, I realized that a few ingredients and measurements had been left out of the text. (Believe me, I'm not passing judgment. I've accidentally done this before!) Instead of tossing the whole idea, I decided to tinker around with the recipe and see if I could puzzle together the missing elements.  From the text that was given, I believe my results are not too far from the original recipe.

Inspiration: The trees outside my window are pink!

The Easter meal with our family this year was nothing less than what I expected.  Lots of rich foods, a bit of overindulgence, and the irresistible sleepiness that comes after a meal of such epic proportions.  I nearly nodded off during one of Grandma's down-on-the-farm stories, and let me tell you, I live for those stories. I began to regret that I had eaten the strawberry cupcake and the shoofly pie and the ricotta tart. 

With such an indulgent meal behind us,  I'm focusing on a fruity dessert that will leave you feeling unencumbered, and maybe even a little sprightly!

What a busy weekend!  With all the party planning and Easter preparations complete, I can finally pause for a moment and post the pics from the Alice party.

We had a wonderful time, and although I did not get as many pictures of the actual party as I would have liked, I did take many pictures of the goodies I made beforehand.

Harper the birthday girl, and one of my dearest friends Carrie (her Mom).

Privacy Policy