Really?? It’s the best part of pudding. Real, cooked pudding. All yummy and chewy. As a child my brothers and I used to fight over who got the skin. So much so my mother switched over to pouring it into the individual dishes while hot so we each could have our OWN skin.
And it wasn’t just a childhood thing. In fact, one time, long after I was grown and married and running my own household, I poured a batch of pudding into a jelly roll pan to cool – pretty much the entire batch was skin. Nirvanna!
And yet every time I watch a cooking show they helpfully tell you to put plastic wrap onto the hot pudding to keep it from forming a skin.
So sad for all those children who will never experience the true delight of pudding skin… :(
I used to eat a couple of bites, excavate the pudding underneath the skin scraping with a spoon, and save the skin for last. I haven’t had pudding in years, though I’ve made some excellent home-made ultra chocolate for those times when there’s nothing else dessertish in the house.
You’re bringing up memories of dessert at my paternal grandmother’s house-- She always made pudding, poured into these individual stem-cups, so each one would form a skin. It’s hard to say how much I like the skin itself, since it’s so tied up in happy memories.
My relatives always made the pudding in individual cups too. My grandmother liked a strong lemon flavored pudding. She started with the basic lemon pudding mix and added to it. Best lemon pudding I’ve ever had.
I still smile when I see my wife pull out the double boiler pans. I know pudding will soon be made.
These days, I don’t care whether there’s skin or not. But as a kid, I loved the skin: it was the best part! I had odd tastes as a kid, though. I remember buttering pancakes AFTER the syrup, because (a) the syrup soaked into the pancakes and (b) syrup mixed with butter was creamy rich sweety goodness. Now I don’t like it when the pancakes are sopping with syrup, and I can’t believe I liked anything as oversweet as butter mixed with syrup.
I also used to prefer the gummy bit of old ice cream. No longer.
I don’t dislike it. I eat it with the rest of my pudding and enjoy it. Given a choice, I’d probably prefer that it be there, but I certainly wouldn’t fight over it.
Yeah it’s day old and bold baby
So give me something funky with the skin on top
Something funky, that’s what I got
Something funky with the skin on top
Something funky, that’s what I got*
