This was for many years my mother's party dish, made when they had people over.
It was also sometimes made for dinner. To my sorrow, for I hated it (and still do).
I am, of course, a notoriously fussy eater. I remember many a meal when I was a
child, when I sat at the table after everyone else was finished, my mother telling me that I
wouldn't get any dessert until I'd eaten everything up. It got really boring, sitting
there. Never did eat the muck, of course. Eventually, she always gave in, and let
me leave the table. I missed dessert, mind you; but I reckoned that a cheap price to pay.
So why am I putting this recipe on my website? Some sort of perverse nostalgia,
I suppose.
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