Crumble

My friend Graham was enthusing about the joys of crumble the other week. Obviously it's not as good as pie (that goes without saying), but you can't beat a good crumble with custard (Birds, of course) on an autumn day. For once, I actually managed to get as far as the puddings when we went out for lunch in Chester-le-Street today, so I had rhubarb crumble, topped with a pale yellow custard. Granted, it wasn't a cordon bleu special. But some days, all you really want is good old comfort food, and preferably something that your Mum cooked you when you were small.