Toad in the Hole

by Gethin Thomas September. 05, 2020 257 views

There are quite a few British Classics in the kitchen and some have traditional old names lost in the mists of time, like this one. Another famous one that comes to mind is Spotted Dick, but I will save that for another time.

I have often cooked Toad in the Hole with varying results but this was my best ever. I had recently made a couple of flat puddingy ones which while edible were not really right.

There are two critical elements, well really only two elements at all. The sausage, and the batter pudding mix sometimes called the Yorkshire Pudding.

As far as sausages go it is a matter of taste and having moved we have been trying out all the local butchers to find the right sausage. It's just one of those chores in life, finding the right sausage. We had another butcher to try this week and while I queued in the fish shop my other half went to the butcher to get the latest trial sausages. We normally get six. So I was surprised when I put them in the fridge later how heavy the packet was.

Yesterday I took them out to make the Toad. Imagine my shock to find they were twice the size of a normal sausage. They were huge. Don't ask why my other half thought it would be appropriate to still buy six when they were double the size. So I froze two and made do with four instead.

Now the batter had been defeating me lately so I Googled some recipes to find that it was suggested to use three eggs instead of two, also I had been having trouble with the new oven which only went up to 200 C which isn't really hot enough. The other day I discovered the oven had numerous settings and on Fan it had a maximum of 200C but if I set it to conventional oven it went up much higher. Why? No idea. Anyway I set it to 250C, used three eggs and Hey Presto! I nearly had to lever it out of the oven it rose so high.

It reminded me of the scene in that old sit-com The Good Life when Barbara put so much yeast in the bread that it completely filled the oven.

Oh! and the sausages? We have now found them. Old English. We just need to buy fewer each time.

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Camellia Staab 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Oh I know all about the spotted dick smile and every time I see those two words  I think of my daughter. She went to Manchester U. for her first year of study abroad course. Having never seen or heard the word spotted dick, you can imagine her shock. Immediately contacted me to tell me "Hey mom they sell spotted dicks here and they come in a can! What have I gotten myself into, moving here?!"  Needless to say she soon learned what it was and her year in Manchester was one of her best and memorable years in college.
Your toad in the hole looks fantastic.  Glad you were able to find THE sausage! smile

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Gethin Thomas Replied to Camellia Staab 2 months, 2 weeks ago

In a can? Nooooooooooooo. Sacrilege. I nearly went to Manchester. I visited the campus and Liverpool to have a look around. Tried to make it to both and home in a day but a train broke down. I ended up getting the last train to Crewe which was half way home where I had to try and stay awake in the station buffet until 4 in the morning to catch the milk train the rest of the way. Crewe is not a place you want to be stuck in the buffet from midnight until 4. Still I suppose when you are that age these things are character forming. It certainly stuck in my memory.

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Camellia Staab Replied to Gethin Thomas 2 months, 2 weeks ago

🤣🤣🤣 Just the name Crewe confirms that it is NOT a place I want to be. Period! 

Great story Gethin! But I want to add my portion here. When my husband and I went to pick her up at the end of her term. My husband asked why she picked Manchester, why not London? Her response....."Dad you know what the cost of beer is in London? (our daughter is a partier) Point being the things we all did when we were young are the things that make us who we are. Thank god for memories smile

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