Yorkshire Puddings: The Unexpected Excitement!

So, I decided that I would make some Yorkshire puddings to go with the 'roast dinner' I'd decided to have today. 


When I say roast dinner, I mean Tesco sliced chicken that I will heat up along with some 'out of date' broccoli and spuds that I will chuck in the steamer.  Yes, I HAVE a steamer as opposed to BEING a steamer!


The only reason I decided to have some Yorkshires is because my mate and cruise ship mucker Rachel was gobbing off on her Facebook page about them.


I had no ingredients with which to make the aforementioned items, so had to show a brush to my hair and pop to the local grocery establishment which is situated close to a corner and owned by a chap from actual Pakistan.  We used to be able to call them 'corner Paki shops', but not anymore.


I will relay what happened, word for word, as a mini sketch below:


Scene: I'm in the local shop, there's an old man behind me in queue holding a pack of sausages. The shopkeeper has a heavy Pakistani accent and is wearing a turban.  His name is Dave (cos no-one can say his actual name).  I have eggs, milk and The National Enquirer in my hand.


Raw: Do you sell flour?  
Dave: Flour?  No, sorry. Wait, what do you mean? 
Raw: Flour, you know the floury ingredient for making cakes and stuff?
Dave: What?  Flour?  Nope we've none. 
Raw: Bollocks, never mind, thanks anyway Dave.  
Dave: Wait, you mean flour? 
Raw: Yes. 
Dave: Oh I thought you said flour.  I can't understand your accent. 
Raw:  Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Dave: I know, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Old man (with the sausages): for fuck sake *chucks sausages on counter and leaves*


I made my way home after phoning my mum to tell her of the hilarious exchange in the shop and started to go about making my very own Yorkshire puddings.


What follows, is not for the faint of heart.  You have been warned.  

Laying out all the ingredients, just like Delia

Close up of the jug of flour (I couldn't find the scales!)

Adding the eggs

Hhmmmmmm

Looks a bit like vom

and more vom

Actual recipe - notice it's for 24 small ones!!  Oops!

Pint of fecking batter!

What follows, are the videos of the entire process.  Along with a few sweary words.


This never happens on Delia's 'How To Cook Like A Robot With No Personality At All And A Rod Shoved Up My Arse"


...think Blair Witch Project, with batter...


I think I might make my own cookery show...


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Part Four:

So, that's pretty much how it went down.

Here are some 'after' pics:

Couple of broken ones cos they were so high they hit the top of the oven!

I'm sorry, how cool??

Not a kick in the arse off 3 inches.  GET IN!

Signed Yorkshire, ready for the highest bidder...

Not really sure what else there is to say other than MY YORKIES KICK ARSE!  DELIA, YET AGAIN, FUCK RIGHT OFF!!*

* for those of you who are new to this blog and have no idea why all the Delia references are slightly negative, you might want to read the first Delia based blog: Delia Smith Is An Evil Cow!