Speak of the devil, Saturday Kitchen returned. And I slept through most of it. Which is what happens when you're up far too late on a Friday night watching Buffy. You have been warned....

I've succumbed to the annual temptation, and bought a pot of custard. I know it's downhill from then on, and the addiction to Bird's finest will take hold, but I couldn't resist. Did you know the stuff has been around since 1844? Must be why it tastes so nice....mmmm, no messing about with stodgy puddings - what you need is a bowl of pure unadulterated yellow custard, freshly made.


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