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Buttered bread baked to a deep mahogany around a filling of spiced Bramley apples, turned out at the table in a small moment of drama, cold cream poured from a jug alongside.
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A dark, date-rich sponge drenched in hot toffee sauce until it gives way entirely to the spoon, served with cold cream that melts into the warmth. The most requested pudding in Britain, and for good reason.
Some puddings are for summer and some are for the kind of evening when the heating's on, the curtains are drawn, and somebody has brought a bottle of something. This is the second kind. A sticky toffee pudding needs weather. It wants rain against the window and a dark garden outside and a long table of people who have given up on pretending they're not going to have seconds.
The dates do most of the work. Soaked in boiling water with a spoonful of bicarbonate of soda, they collapse into something dark and almost savoury, and when they go into the batter they turn the whole sponge a deep, caramel brown that no sugar alone can achieve. The sauce is the other half of the story. Muscovado, butter, cream, a spoonful of treacle for depth. You cook it until it smells like every childhood pudding you half remember, then you pour it over the hot sponge while it's still in the dish and let it soak in. This is not a recipe that rewards restraint.
It's meant to be from the Lake District, from a hotel near Ullswater in the 1970s, though like most beloved recipes there are other people who claim it and you can argue about it over dinner if you want to. What I can tell you is that it's now the pudding Britain asks for more than any other, and I've never put it on a table and had any leftovers to speak of.
I wrote it down in the notebook years ago. The note underneath just says: "November. Friends. Nobody spoke for a while." That's the whole review.
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200g
stoned and roughly chopped
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250ml
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1 teaspoon
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85g
softened, plus extra for the dish
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150g
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2
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175g
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1 teaspoon
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pinch
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175g
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100g
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225ml
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1 tablespoon
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to serve
| Ingredient | Quantity |
|---|---|
| Medjool datesstoned and roughly chopped | 200g |
| boiling water | 250ml |
| bicarbonate of soda | 1 teaspoon |
| unsalted buttersoftened, plus extra for the dish | 85g |
| dark muscovado sugar | 150g |
| large eggs | 2 |
| self-raising flour | 175g |
| vanilla extract | 1 teaspoon |
| fine sea salt | pinch |
| dark muscovado sugar, for the sauce | 175g |
| unsalted butter, for the sauce | 100g |
| double cream, for the sauce | 225ml |
| black treacle | 1 tablespoon |
| double cream or vanilla ice cream (optional) | to serve |
Put the chopped dates in a bowl and pour the boiling water over them. Stir in the bicarbonate of soda. It will foam a little and smell strange for a moment. Don't worry about it. Leave the dates to sit for fifteen minutes, until they've gone soft and dark and slumped into something closer to a paste than a fruit. Mash them roughly with a fork. You want texture, not a purée.
Set the oven to 180C/160C fan. Butter a deep ovenproof dish, about 20cm square or thereabouts. Cream the butter and muscovado sugar together until the mixture is soft and the sugar has lost its grittiness. It won't go pale like a Victoria sponge. Muscovado stays dark and that's the point. Add the eggs one at a time, beating well after each, then the vanilla.
Sift the flour and salt over the batter and fold gently with a spatula until almost combined. Now tip in the dates with all of their soaking liquid. It will look alarming. A dark, wet, lumpy mess. Keep folding until everything comes together into a loose, glossy batter. Stop as soon as the flour has disappeared.
Pour the batter into the buttered dish and smooth the top. Bake for thirty-five to forty minutes. The sponge is ready when it has risen, the top is set and springs back to a light touch, and a skewer comes out with a few moist crumbs clinging to it. The kitchen will smell of dates and burnt sugar and something like a Sunday in November.
While the pudding bakes, start the sauce. Put the muscovado sugar, butter, and treacle in a heavy-bottomed pan over a low heat. Stir gently as it melts. Don't rush it. When the butter has disappeared into the sugar and the mixture is smooth and glossy, pour in the cream. It will bubble up dramatically. Keep stirring. Bring it to a gentle simmer and let it bubble away for two or three minutes, until it looks like proper toffee sauce: deep amber, thick enough to coat the back of a spoon, smelling like every good childhood pudding at once.
When the sponge comes out of the oven, prick it all over with a skewer. Pour about a third of the hot toffee sauce over the top and let it soak in for five minutes. The sponge will drink it greedily. This is the step that turns a good pudding into the pudding everyone remembers.
Spoon the pudding into warm bowls, breaking it up rather than cutting neat squares. It isn't that kind of pudding. Pour the remaining hot toffee sauce over each portion, more than you think is sensible, then a spoonful of cold double cream or a scoop of vanilla ice cream alongside. The contrast between the hot sauce and the cold cream is the whole argument. Serve immediately, to people you like.
1 serving (about 235g)
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