I’ve been meaning to make some form of sticky toffee pudding for at least a few years, ever since a friend of mine first waxed lyrical about one she’d had at a pub near our offices called the Shakespeare. At that point, I’d never had sticky toffee pudding or, possibly, even heard of it, but her description alone had me sold–of a sticky, soft, eat-it-with-a-spoon cake, gooey with dates and draped in an abundance of caramel sauce, served warm and ideally with ice cream on top (which, in and of itself, is enough to get me on board with anything).
If you’d told me a few years ago that I’d enjoy anything about fall other than, say, eating pumpkin-y things and, nominally, wearing fluffy slippers, there’s not a chance I would have believed you. (This is how deep my fear of the cold runs.) But then we moved to a quixotic land where my Michelin Man puffer jackets are happily useless, so I no longer had the cold to dread; and shortly thereafter a very important fall birthday was added to our calendars that B2 and I are way more excited about celebrating than we’ve ever been about our own. A year later, here I am: recovering SAD-sufferer and cautious fall enthusiast.
This is part of a little series on our wedding eats! I’ll be sharing homemade versions of some of our reception eats, our cake, and our wedding favors in the next few weeks. You can see the first part of this series — a few of B2’s favorite Hawaii foods for his birthday — here!
Guys, I really love wedding appetizers. Something about endless varieties of enticingly arranged small bites speaks straight to my miniature-loving, perpetually indecisive soul. Teeny spring rolls! Mini burritos! Dainty things in spoons! I’m still dreaming about these chicken quesadilla cones we had at a friend’s wedding in April. At all the weddings you’ve been to, I’m that person in the corner accosting servers, balancing a canapé and three vol au vents on one cocktail napkin and trying to figure out how to get enough of that dipping sauce on one piece before it’s awkward and the server has to walk away.