A mate of mine said every Sunday he would visit his mother-in-law and without fail every week they would be served a roast dinner and crumble. All good so far. The twist comes when the crumble filling would be varied on a weekly basis and it would appear mostly from what tins were lurking at the back of his mother-in-law´s pantry* i.e. peach crumble, pear crumble, mandarin crumble, fruit cocktail crumble and only occasionally having recognised favourites such as apple or rhubarb.
*in this instance the food storing cupboard is referred to as a pantry in this annecdote denoting its absence of desirable food. Had the fillings been epicurean delights the cupboard may well have been referred to as a larder. Should you have any opinions on this matter of naming please add your comments.
2 comments:
I dispute the viability of 'mandarin crumble'. Where's the proof? It's in the eating of the pudding. I demand pictures of the author enjoying a mandarin crumble.
I did not eat a ´mandarin crumble´but would gladly make and eat one. I have not had one but I can check with the source the validity of the option. I think any evidence has been long flushed to sea. I would like to offer to make a crumble heavy mandarin crumble when next possible to share such an epicurean delight. Definitely preferable to pear, gooseberry or green guage crumbles which you may prefer.
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