I haven’t made a pudding for absolutely ages. Obviously this is partly due to our giving up of sugar for a few weeks, and then trying desperately to only eat food stuffs with natural sugars in – hmmm, not going as well as it could there, but anyway…
However, it is rhubarb season and as we live very close to the rhubarb triangle it is only right and proper that we grow some ourselves which this week has begun to look ripe for the picking. Puddings need time though, so I left it until today to give this little number I had read in Nigel Slater’s The Kitchen Diaries II a while back, a go.
It is as simple as you like to make, although I think it probably will take me a couple of times to get it spot on. Today’s effort was tasty, but I slightly overcooked the rhubarb, and should probably have made the butterscotch sauce in another pan as it had more than a hint of rhubarb to it.
On top of that, I also made some heart shaped shortbread biscuits, which although not necessary, are always a lovely compliment to any fruit with a sauce. Although if we follow the fruit rule, (anything with a seed), rhubarb is actually a vegetable. However…
Wash and chop 400g rhubarb, add 2 tablespoonfuls of sugar and 6 tablespoonfuls of water. Put everything in a pan and bring to the boil. Place the lid on top and allow to simmer until the rhubarb softens. Drain the rhubarb and put to one side. With the remaining liquid, bring to the boil allowing it to reduce slightly.
Add 50g light muscovado sugar, allowing to melt in the liquid, then add a splash of vanilla extract and 125ml double cream. Simmer for a couple of minutes then turn off the heat and allow to cool slightly.
Divide the rhubarb between four bowls then spoon the sauce around it. Yummy.
Meanwhile we have been trying to give the wee boy a little more independence so today, when he asked if he and son #1 could have a bath, I agreed and asked him to put the bath on.
Ten minutes later I asked him how the bath was looking. Fine, was the reply.
Another ten minutes went by and, once again, I enquired as to the status of the bath.
It’s no where near ready yet, was the reply. Now slightly suspicious, I went upstairs to check and found that he was right, the bath was, indeed, nowhere near ready.
Mainly because he hadn’t put the plug in.
We started again and repeated the process. After the second time of asking he replied,
‘It’s only half ready’