Summer Pudding

This is the only pudding my mother ever made, and I think of her as I make mine, my hands stained quite as blue by the berries as hers always were. Of all of our traditional puddings, this is neither as well known abroad nor as frequently made at home as it really should be. It’s true, I admit, that a dessert of compacted berries encased in bread is not an appealing proposition for those who haven’t grown up on this seasonal treat, but all it takes is a mouthful to convince. Having fed it t