My ever so generous cousin bought me the birthday present of a visit to the famous Pudding Club.She had already decided that neither of us would be in a fit state to drive home and so we stayed the night.Three ways House Hotel in Mickleton in the Cotswolds is the home of the club and we arrived for the munch along with at least 70 other fat and unashamed personages.
We were warned not to eat too much of the meal as ...no less than....7 puddings were to follow.All of the steamed variety.Well, one was a rhubarb crumble but you get the picture.
They were accompanied by custard, toffee sauce or chocolate sauce.We were on a table with complete strangers but not for long.We all had to pull together you see , or we would receive collective punishments if puddings went uneaten.Suffice to say, we all rose, or nearly threw up in some cases, to the occasion and yours truly managed 8 puddings!
Pretend the image is pudding not pizza!
We met some really friendly people , one of whom told us his complete medical history which featured the removal of his colon.
God alone knows how he managed to eat what he did.
Where theres a will.....
It was a superb couple of days and Sticky Toffee and Date pudding won the contest. Yehhhh!
Roll on next year.
1 comment:
Was pretty lush wasn't it? Possibly better in memory - without the discomfort of having eaten all the puds! What can we do next year? x
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