“What’s for pudding, mum? Tell me it’s not yoghurt again?”
No, it’s, it’s … Gooseberry Fool.
“Well, you, um, take some goosberries and some…um…”
The gooseberries were so precious, I could have strung them together, hung them round my neck, and done a Josephine Baker round the lawn.
Instead I procrastinated, ogling them every time I opened the fridge.
In the end I was the fool (thankfully not in a “half-naked in the garden” way) and it was yoghurt again. But a rather special one.
Personally, I think our puddings have all been rather special lately.
Alpine (aka wild) strawberries with homemade elderflower cordial and… Greek yoghurt
Blueberries with wild strawberries and drizzled honey on… Greek yoghurt