The Queen of Puds strikes again!!

Who needs Mary Berry when there is Emma?

After yesterday's eating-only-rice experience due to a bad stomach I had rallied enough to cope with the posh dress do that was on the cards and I was the provider of tarts for. The day had seen me venture into the fresh air (my first for thirty-six hours) to another house viewing, and then an afternoon of tart preparation.

Dinner with friends was a merry affair. There was mousse there was oxtail stew, delicious ham, vegetables and potatoes in so much cream your fat cells expanded looking at them. There were tales of derring-do, songs, nose-flutes, magicians and the aforementioned tarts.

Then pudding. There was a chocolate bottomed raspberry affair and then this piece-de-resistance. Which clearly needed the addition of sparklers and an attempt to set the table on fire.

I think a good night was had by all!!