Queen of Puddings
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Alex asked what we were having for dessert.
‘Queen of Puddings’, I replied.
‘Is that your name, Mama? Queen of Puddings?’
Well… dear, sweet child, flattery will get you everywhere. I’d like to continue with more ego-stroking anecdotes, but he went on to express his deep dissatisfaction that the meringue was soft and warm as opposed to huge, crunchy, chewy and cold with buckets of whipped cream on it.
Oh well.
We love it.
Alex managed to eat his, despite the crushing disappointment. Brave little soldier.
