Yorkshire Puddings
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You can use either flour according to various recipes, but the ratio of eggs to flour changes, about half the eggs to flour when using self raising.
Maybe the combination of the raising effect of too many eggs and the bicarb in self raising flour defeat each other in some way?
I've understood from Yorkshire people long ago that traditionally in Yorkshire, their famous pudding was made in a large flat baking tray and eaten as a separate first course and it was largely flat, intended to be filling.
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Maybe the combination of the raising effect of too many eggs and the bicarb in self raising flour defeat each other in some way?
I've understood from Yorkshire people long ago that traditionally in Yorkshire, their famous pudding was made in a large flat baking tray and eaten as a separate first course and it was largely flat, intended to be filling.
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The reason is the bi-carb in the flour raises it to much , it over inflates then burstes , then goes flat.
I use bread flour, I.e, flour with a high gluten content. Key thing is to get the tins really hot,heat with lard or veg oil, till it is smoking,poor in the batter, you will see the fat bubbles you do it, place in a hot oven ,gas mk 7,VERY important ,do not open the door until it's cooked, 20-25 mins , they will be banging on the oven door to get out!
You will need deep patty tins for it to rise,shallow ones let's them spread.
You will need, equal quantities of milk ,flour and eggs,,milk & eggs first ,plus pinch salt n pepper, then whisk in the flour,let it stand,whilst heating your tins, best to let batter rest for an hour.
TOP TIP ,let them cook for at least 20 mins,DO NOT OPEN OVEN ,before 20 mins, or they will collapse and go soggy ,you will know they are ready by the smell
Na an I tel thee what in poetry lak
Hi waitress, excuse me a minute, now listen,
I’m not finding fault, but here, Miss,
The ‘taters look gradely… the beef is a’reet,
But what kind of pudden is this?
It’s what?…
Yorkshire pudden!, now coom, coom, coom, coom,
It’s what? Yorkshire pudden d’ye say!
It’s pudden, I’ll grant you… it’s some sort of pudden,
But not Yorkshire pudden… nay nay!
The real Yorkshire pudden’s a dream in batter,
To make one’s an art, not a trade,
Now listen to me, for I’m going to tell thee,
How t’ first Yorkshire pudden wor made.
A young angel on furlough from heaven,
Came flying above Ilkley Moor,
And this angel, poor thing, got cramp in her wing,
And coom down at owd woman’s door.
The owd woman smiled and said, ‘Ee, it’s an angel,
Well I am surprised to see thee,
I’ve not seen an angel before… but thou ‘rt welcome,
I’ll make thee a nice cup o’ tea.’
The angel said, ‘Ee, thank you kindly, I will’,
Well, she had two or three cups of tea,
Three or four Sally Lunns, and a couple of buns…
Angels eat very lightly you see.
The owd woman looking at clock said, ‘By Gum!
He’s due home from mill is my Dan,
You get on wi’ ye tea, but you must excuse me,
I must make pudden now for t’ owd man.
Then the angel jumped up and said, ‘Gimme the bowl…
Flour and watter and eggs, salt an’ all,
And I’ll show thee how we make puddens in Heaven,
For Peter and Thomas and Paul’.
So t’ owd woman gave her the things, and the angel,
Just pushed back her wings and said. ‘Hush’
Then she tenderly tickled the mixture wi’ t’ spoon,
Like an artist would paint with his brush.
Aye, she mixed up that pudden with Heavenly magic,
She played with her spoon on that dough,
Just like Paderewski would play the piano.
Or Kreisler now deceased would twiddle his bow.
And then it wor done and she put it in t’ oven
She said t’ owd woman, ‘Goodbye’,
Then she flew away leaving the first Yorkshire pudden,
That ever was made… and that’s why…
It melts in the mouth, like the snow in the sunshine,
As light as a maiden’s first kiss,
As soft as the fluff on the breast of a dove…
Not elephant’s leather, like this.
It’s real Yorkshire pudden that makes Yorkshire lassies,
So buxum and broad in the hips,
It’s real Yorkshire pudden that makes Yorkshire cricketers,
Win County championships.
It’s real Yorkshire pudden that gives me my dreams,
Of a real Paradise up above,
Where at the last trump, I’ll queue up for a lump,
Of the real Yorkshire pudden I love.
And there on a cloud… far away from the crowd,
In a real Paradise, not a dud ‘un,
I’ll do nowt for ever… and ever and ever,
But gollup up real Yorkshire pudden.
Hi waitress, excuse me a minute, now listen,
I’m not finding fault, but here, Miss,
The ‘taters look gradely… the beef is a’reet,
But what kind of pudden is this?
It’s what?…
Yorkshire pudden!, now coom, coom, coom, coom,
It’s what? Yorkshire pudden d’ye say!
It’s pudden, I’ll grant you… it’s some sort of pudden,
But not Yorkshire pudden… nay nay!
The real Yorkshire pudden’s a dream in batter,
To make one’s an art, not a trade,
Now listen to me, for I’m going to tell thee,
How t’ first Yorkshire pudden wor made.
A young angel on furlough from heaven,
Came flying above Ilkley Moor,
And this angel, poor thing, got cramp in her wing,
And coom down at owd woman’s door.
The owd woman smiled and said, ‘Ee, it’s an angel,
Well I am surprised to see thee,
I’ve not seen an angel before… but thou ‘rt welcome,
I’ll make thee a nice cup o’ tea.’
The angel said, ‘Ee, thank you kindly, I will’,
Well, she had two or three cups of tea,
Three or four Sally Lunns, and a couple of buns…
Angels eat very lightly you see.
The owd woman looking at clock said, ‘By Gum!
He’s due home from mill is my Dan,
You get on wi’ ye tea, but you must excuse me,
I must make pudden now for t’ owd man.
Then the angel jumped up and said, ‘Gimme the bowl…
Flour and watter and eggs, salt an’ all,
And I’ll show thee how we make puddens in Heaven,
For Peter and Thomas and Paul’.
So t’ owd woman gave her the things, and the angel,
Just pushed back her wings and said. ‘Hush’
Then she tenderly tickled the mixture wi’ t’ spoon,
Like an artist would paint with his brush.
Aye, she mixed up that pudden with Heavenly magic,
She played with her spoon on that dough,
Just like Paderewski would play the piano.
Or Kreisler now deceased would twiddle his bow.
And then it wor done and she put it in t’ oven
She said t’ owd woman, ‘Goodbye’,
Then she flew away leaving the first Yorkshire pudden,
That ever was made… and that’s why…
It melts in the mouth, like the snow in the sunshine,
As light as a maiden’s first kiss,
As soft as the fluff on the breast of a dove…
Not elephant’s leather, like this.
It’s real Yorkshire pudden that makes Yorkshire lassies,
So buxum and broad in the hips,
It’s real Yorkshire pudden that makes Yorkshire cricketers,
Win County championships.
It’s real Yorkshire pudden that gives me my dreams,
Of a real Paradise up above,
Where at the last trump, I’ll queue up for a lump,
Of the real Yorkshire pudden I love.
And there on a cloud… far away from the crowd,
In a real Paradise, not a dud ‘un,
I’ll do nowt for ever… and ever and ever,
But gollup up real Yorkshire pudden.
Ah, yes! But no mention of how tha meks Yorkshire pudden tha knows.
And me being a soft southern wrassock!
And me being a soft southern wrassock!
I doubt if you remember, but didn't Neddy Seagoon have a bit of bovver with flying batter puds, ?
I am sure Flecc remembers well, for he is mature enough to have been there.
No , I don't think so, I am not well versed in goonshows ,just vaguely remember a sketch about batter puds being shot across the English channel to France.
Shall research!
No, it was the dreaded 'Batter pudding hurler of Bexhill on Sea',starring Minnie Bannister & Henry Crun...
I am not a Goon ,but I think I'd like to be,,'Nurse ! The screens!!!!'
The only excerts I can find from The Dreaded Batter Pudding Hurler of Bexhill-on-Sea are these:
Henry: Here, Minnie, hold my elephant gun.
Minnie: I don't know what you brought it for. You can't shoot elephants in England, you know.
Henry: And why not?
Minnie: They're out of season.
Henry: Does this mean we shall have to have pelican for dinner again?
Minnie: I fear so, I fear so.
Henry: Then I'll risk it. I'll shoot an elephant out of season.
Seagoon: We tried using a candle, but it wasn't very bright and we daren't light it.
Seagoon: As I swam ashore, I dried myself to save time.
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It isn't the three doing the Brexit thing is it, I can visualise them and just as sensible.
No, that Brexit discussion is getting very boring, let's bump this thread up,getting fazed by pontificating point scoring bar room bores! 'Urrggggh , his deaded me!
I wasn't clear this is better than brexit. The argument is repetitive and lacking fact. Mostly boring personal opinion and as you say point scoring.
Ah, yes,thanks for clearing that upn D8ve
Flecc ,take a google on youtube ,that's where I found the Dreaded batter pudding hurler, which led on to a page about goon show scripts.
But enough ,thus is getting as ridiculous as the Brexit discussion, let's hope that Dinger 19 ,gets his dinner in the oven,explodes his puds sending batters far and wide ,or as far as the other side at least!
Flecc ,take a google on youtube ,that's where I found the Dreaded batter pudding hurler, which led on to a page about goon show scripts.
But enough ,thus is getting as ridiculous as the Brexit discussion, let's hope that Dinger 19 ,gets his dinner in the oven,explodes his puds sending batters far and wide ,or as far as the other side at least!
This thread is 8353 posts behind the Brexit one, we need to get this one going,
I take it dinger19 , didn't have Yorkshire pudding for 'us tea Sunday,in the interest in 'raising' this thread, any one willing to make a 'battetring'
I take it dinger19 , didn't have Yorkshire pudding for 'us tea Sunday,in the interest in 'raising' this thread, any one willing to make a 'battetring'