
Say what you will about English cooking, the Brits know pudding.
They so love their custards, fools, trifles, and duffs that they’ve come to refer to all desserts as pudding. None is so magical to my mind as summer pudding. Only alchemy could turn something as prosaic as white bread, berries and sugar into something so gorgeous, elegant and delicious.
The Oxford Companion of Food traces the first published recipe for summer pudding to a missionary in India. But I first tasted it in a hip East Berlin restaurant not long after the wall came down. I still remember the vivid fuchia color and the bright berry flavor that seemed to distill the essence of summer. It was like no other dessert I knew, neither as rich as pastry or as creamy as a typical pudding. I was smitten.
So when I was casting about last week for something different to make with a portion of the 15 pounds of olallieberries my husband and I had just picked at Coastways Ranch north of Santa Cruz, summer pudding leaped straight to mind. (more…)