Puddings from Yorkshire

There are foods in every country and culture that may seem strange to a foreigner. I had just begun to get used to the idea of pudding meaning dessert, when I came across a Yorkshire pudding.

This strange creation is another example of how the English try to fit as many carbs into each meal as is humanly possible.
I still don't quite understand how a Yorkshire pudding fits in with the rest of a roast- a puffy, fluffy cup-shaped bread thing, drenched in gravy, and haphazardly chucked on to your plate. You don't fill it with peas, or drink gravy from it. You just eat it. Along with the other 900 grams of carbs you've consumed by lunchtime.

Not a wonder when someone offers me pudding I have to politely decline. I might get anything from mousse to a cup shaped lump of pastry.