This is my own recipe but I included it in my Edible Heirlooms cookbook as a tribute to my Dad’s dedication to mastering the art of the steamed apple pudding
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I don’t know why our recently single Dad decided that he needed to perfect this dish
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Was it a childhood favourite? Did he see it on a list of 100 dishes to cook before he died? Did he try it once and refuse to give in until it was perfect?
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We’ll never know. We don’t talk about that dark time in history, the time where it felt like an endless procession of less-than-perfect steamed apple puddings were fed to us poor children (in reality, it was probably two) but it left a lasting impression on us all
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The genesis of my book came from a book of handwritten family recipes that my sister made me for my 18th birthday
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The entry for Dad’s Steamed Apple Pudding reads as follows:
“One bag of plaster of paris. Stewed apples. Mix together and serve with cream”
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Sorry Dad, but it still makes me laugh