I just daren't show you a picture of Saturday Pudding. No, I'm not going to do it.
We were going to have a summer fruit cheesecake. I made the base. Perfect. I made the filling... and that's where it all started to go wrong. You see, in true slop jockey fashion, I was convinced that I knew better than the recipe. No point in whipping everything up separately and messing up every mixing bowl in the house, no, just bung it all in together, mix it up and it'll be fine.
It was not fine.
It did not set. At all.
Never mind, I had some meringue nests just ready for such an occasion, let's make a sort of Eton Mess instead. So I mixed it all together and put it in the serving dish. There was too much for the dish so it spilled all over the table. Never mind, again. Spoon some out into mouth. Hmm. Bit sweet and sloppy. Aha, brainwave. If I crumbled up the perfect cheesecake base and mixed that in the Mess, it would add texture and cut down on the sweetness. Yes?
Base went soggy and gloopy. Quite unpleasant really.
So today I have decided to bung it into the ice cream maker and see how that turns out.
Let's face it, it can't be much worse!