In another blog I have just read the words "You British are so good at desserts".

On the whole I am not a pudding eater, and weekday dinners tend to be a single course followed by fruit, a biscuit or cheese. But on Sunday I nearly always cook a pudding - a proper traditional English pudding. Today's was ground rice. Now I have heard this excellent pud compared in both taste and texture to wallpaper paste, but I love milk puddings and so does the rest of the family. Even Jacob, the milk hater, likes milk puddings. Our top favourite is rice pudding (which would have taken too long today), but almost anything where a grain or pasta is cooked slowly in sweetened milk and flavoured with nutmeg will do - tapioca, semolina, barley, macaroni . . . or come to that baked egg custard, Birds custard, blancmange: you name it, we'll eat it.

My other favourites include bread and butter pudding, Queen of Puddings, African Queen (Queen of Puddings without the lemon and jam, but with a good flavouring of cocoa powder), treacle sponge, ginger sponge, treacle tart and Christmas Pudding. Some of the boys have a great liking for jam or marmalade roly-poly, but with all that suet there have to be limits on sin.

Yesterday I was making the Simnel Cake when Jess turned up. Jess doesn't care for marzipan (strange child) and insisted on her right to make a chocolate sponge to take home with her (using up the last of my butter and all of the cream). After recent school cookery - chilli con carne which nobody except Joe likes and apple crumble which is hardly a challenge and not particularly popular - she was very pleased to have made something everyone was queuing up to sample. She took it home uncut, and father and I have given up hope of a piece or two making their way back here.