SC - happy dance

[margali]

Hello!

IIRC Kdlecaflor at aol.com is researching the history of Yorkshire Pudding. I
suggest you contact him directly.

IMO, Yorkshire Pudding probably originated with the batters brushed on
roasting meat. Either some of the batter may have fallen into the dripping
pan, & some hungry cook fished it out & ate it, or the cook spilled the
whole bowlful into the dripping pan, & discovered that it was wonderful.

I got this from Mr. Andrew Pickup in Bangkok, Thailand.  I believe the
author is Stanley Holloway. I thought it might amuse you:

A young Angel on furlough from Heaven
Was flying across Ilkla Moor
When t'Angel poor thing .. got a cramp in her wing And came down at an old
woman's door
T'owd woman said "Eeh, it's an Angel
Well I am surprised to see thee
I have never seen an Angel before
But th'art welcome - Come in
And I'll make thee a nice cup of tea"

"Eeh," said the Angel, "I will"
So 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 t'owd woman jumped up and said
"Eeh, he due home from t'mill is my Dan
You must get on with your tea
But you must excuse me
I must make a pudding for t'owd man"

But the Angel said, "Give me your bowl
Flour, salt, water, eggs and all
And I'll make a pudding like we make in Heaven For Thomas and Peter and Paul."
T'owd woman said, "Aye, be a love."
So the Angel took up t'things and said, "Hush" And she mixed up that puddin
from beginning to endin'
Like an Artist would paint with his brush. She mixed it with Heavenly magic
She stirred with her spoon on that dough Just like Chopin would play the piano
Or Kriesler would twiddle his bow
The t'owd woman said, "I recon dear Angel That the clouds I see in yon skies
Are batter for puddings so fluffy and foamy For Saints feasting in Paradise."

It's mixed with the rain and
stirred with the Rainbow
Then baked in the beautiful sun."
And the Angel smiled as she answered
"Yes, when a Star drops it's done."
"But joking aside," said the Angel
"the secret whether here or above
Is not in the flour and not in the water But in mixing - see that you mix
it with love!"

Then the Angel put it in t'oven
And said t'owd woman "Goodbye."
Leaving first Yorkshire Pudding as ever were made And flew away up into t'sky
That's why it melts in the mouth,
like the snow in the sun
It's as light as a Maiden's first kiss
It's as soft as the fluff on the breast of a dove

NOT ELEPHANT'S LEATHER LIKE THIS !


Regards,


Cindy Renfrow/Sincgiefu
cindy at thousandeggs.com
Author & Publisher of "Take a Thousand Eggs or More, A Collection of 15th
Century Recipes" and "A Sip Through Time, A Collection of Old Brewing
Recipes"
http://www.thousandeggs.com