IDontCareWhatTheBoxSaysCottonBudsAreForEars ·
29/12/2024 14:05
I don't know if it was just my school, or whether it was a regional thing. And I don't know whether it was the intended result, or just the (repeated) consequence of trying to make Yorkshire pudding for 300 for the least possible cost in time and ingredients.
But my 90s primary school's version of Yorkshire pudding was an approx. 8cm by 8cm by 2cm solid cuboid of slightly damp, completely airless substance, with the same slightly yellowish-white colour throughout and no apparent browning on any surface. It was impressively filling, but with no other notable qualities whatsoever.
It was… resilient. I can only describe the texture as somewhere between fufu (the dense West African mouldable doughy balls made of various pounded starches and used for dipping in soup) and custard tart filling, and the flavour as "Well, this appears to be human-compatible sustenance of some kind".
There was also "Bakewell tart", which was a similarly-sized rectangle composed of a thin layer of wettish wholemeal pastry (the kitchens had converted to wholemeal everything at some point, which didn't improve palatability — the wholemeal pasta, in particular, seemed to go cold within seconds of being cooked), a smear of jam, a layer of sponge, and a sprinkle of desiccated coconut. I'm aware that there's controversy over Bakewell tart as it is, and its relationship to the Bakewell pudding, but wholemeal pastry, sponge and desiccated coconut has to be pushing it a bit. Was still pretty tasty, though, especially with a ladle or two of custard on it.
And so many other things, too. A lot of them perfectly nice, but so different from what you'd expect that I feel like it would've made more sense to give it a different name. (Cheese and tomato flan, perhaps, instead of "pizza".) I get that recipes need to be adapted for the budget and the circumstances, but sometimes what was written on the dinner board seemed to be a different thing entirely to what ended up on your plate.
Did anyone else's school (or other institutional canteen) have any of these, er, divergent versions of well-known dishes?
And can anyone tell me what was going on with those Yorkshire puddings? There's no way they didn't know what they were doing serving up those things year after year. Someone, somewhere, wholeheartedly believes that that's what a Yorkshire pudding is and should be.