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Poor pudding, posh bread
Bread pudding has been sold in the street markets of London since the 11th century, when even stale bread was too precious to throw away. Working families soaked it, added fat, sugar and whatever dried fruit they had, and baked it into something warm and filling. Back in the day they called it “Poor man’s pudding”, but it was eaten by people from all walks of life.
Today, our pudding starts with yesterday’s artisan sourdough: slow-fermented, beautifully baked and, frankly, a bit posh. Local bakers give us what they didn’t sell, and we turn it into the pudding our great-grandparents knew and loved.
Waste not, want not.