Round at a friends house concluding a challenge we set each other a year or so ago. Mike said his Yorkshire Puddings were better than mine, and I said mine were better than his. The only way to settle this, thought we, much to the general agreement of our families was to cook a roast for each other. I went first and passed with flying colours and high praise. Today the long awaited Pt.II came along where I got to try Mikes. Im very happy to say he passed, with flying colours.

Mike said he’s now upgraded to 3 eggs (I’m still a 2 egg kind of guy), plus 200 flour 300 milk (although I do the measuring by instinct. Wax on, wax off). We both pretty much think; Mucho mucho wisko and let it cool in the fridge.

Hot fat. Hot hot fat. Lard or goose if poss. Forget the Yorkshire pudding tins, go for a muffin tin. Don’t return to open the oven once it is in. Bosh.