... is in the reading, says salivating poet Alison Chisholm
There should be a whole branch of poetry dedicated to the celebration of puddings, possibly with a subgenre for cakes and chocolate. How many readers have salivated over Pam Ayres’ list of puddings remembered from childhood? Yvonne Fee’s Four O’Clock Fantasy gives heightened status to the chocolate eclair. Marriott Edgar’s Sam (the one who had some issues with his musket) accidentally used his mother’s Christmas pudding to blow up the town his unit was attacking.