Tonight I made butterscotch self-saucing pudding for dessert because Chris was coming over for weights with Charles and that means dinner afterwards with him, Jen and the babies. I'm a bit dubious about self-saucing puddings and I always hold my breath while I make one. First of all you make a runny batter and pop it in an oven-proof dish. Then you pour a bunch of boiling water on top, throw it in the oven and when it comes out the top is crisp and delicious and underneath is a thick layer of molten butterscotch.
Don't get me wrong, this particular pudding is a great choice because it costs almost nothing to make and it's dead simple. But it seems so...wrong... To me the whole transformation from slop to tasty dessert of win is not so much culinary science as kitchen voodoo. Makes me feel like I need a shrine to the Kitchen Goddess.
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