I was horrified to hear the negative comments from the general public on tapioca pudding.
Last week I was doing a cooking demonstration to a group of ladies who all remember the original Ministry of Food recipes during World War Two. They described tapioca pudding as stodgy and typical of school dinners.
My experience is the complete opposite. My mother used to love making a baked tapioca pudding for us. She did not like cooking much but baking was her forte.
I remember the tapioca pudding emerging out of the oven like a big fluffy pillow, all puffed up with a sumptuous creamy centre. The sweet smell of caramelising meringue used to hang in the air, and I was really naughty and pinched the caramelised crusty bits.
For that reason I have made these as individual puddings, so each person gets their own crusty bits. Mum told me that she