Story by Emma-Jane Richards, sharing her love for Boiled Pudding
When I think about boiled pudding, I think about the family day on the last Sunday of Scott’s Camp weekend at Thompson’s Hill. Sunday Roasts laid out on picnic blankets followed by hours spent exploring the hills and surrounding woods. Clambering over the ‘St Helena Rock’ before returning for afternoon tea.
The Quality Street tins would all come out filled with coconut fingers, homemade jam tarts, rock cakes and of course the highlight of the afternoon, boiled pudding. Thick slices of pudding served up with custard and hot cups of milky tea.