votania's co-worker and friend did her a favor today (bought her lunch when she forgot both lunch and money), so she owes him a favor in return. She promised him dessert.
"Hmm..." I thought, and I had her ask him if he liked raisins. He did. I cackled with inordinate glee. After she was off the phone with him, I explained. I wanted to practice my hand at making Spotted Dick. She needed to give him a dessert. Spotted Dick is a dessert. He likes raisins. Guinea pig! She cackled with inordinate glee, and then we went on a late-night raid to the store to get the missing ingredients, after I printed out the recipe.
[Yes. There is now a working printer in
templeravenmoon.] I was dubious, at first, because I have no experience in making this sort of thing, but it seems to be working out well. (Mmm, blood oranges. Yum.) The measurements in the recipe were all English, and so were some of the ingredients, but I am fortunate in that I have a basic working knowledge of the language and also of cooking. I had to experiment and improvise a bit, but it is looking quite verily like Spotted Dick under the foil. It steams for two more hours, and then I get to go to bed.
We'll see if it's a proper Spotted Dick or not tomorrow, I suppose...
