Oh the rain! I just think it’s gone away and it comes back again. The pupster pings around the house like a lunatic if she doesn’t get out an about so it’s wellies and hat on and out into the wet and cold I go.
Of course, this calls for a comforting, winter dinner (any excuse) and what better than a scrummy toad in the hole with lashings of onion gravy.
You will need:
115 plain flour Pinch of salt 2 large free range eggs 300ml milk Large knob (about 20g) of butter Rapeseed oil 8 good quality pork sausages
So your choice of baking vessel will, in part, depend on your Yorkshire pudding preference – if you like the crispy stuff go for a wide, shallow baking tin or lasagne dish. If, like us, you like the soggy bit better, go for a higher sided, smaller baking tin. Cover the bottom of the tin generously in oil and pop in the sausages. Get them into a hot oven now (gas 8 or 230 ish degrees).
Put the milk in a jug, add in a fat chunk of butter and microwave it (or warm in a saucepan on the hob) just until the butter’s melted. Sift the flour and salt into a mixing bowl, add in the eggs and begin to whisk, slowly pouring in the cooled milk/butter mixture, and bringing in the flour from around the sides. Keep whisking until you get a smooth runny batter. You can make the batter beforehand and keep it in the fridge.
So now you can carefully pull the oven shelf out and carefully pour the batter over the sausages. Take care not to get splashed with the hot oil and drop the whole shooting match like I did one memorable Sunday. The oil should be hot enough that the batter starts to bubble up.
Cook for 20-30 minutes (again, depending on your sogginess preference) until the batter has risen up and is all golden grown, puffy and lovely round the sausages.
For the onion gravy, slice a couple of onions, cook them gently in a knob of butter with a splash of oil to stop it burning until soft and translucent, then sprinkle over a tablespoon of plain flour. Whisk in about 500ml beef stock (cube is fine) and reduce to thicken. Pour generously over your toad.
Yumsters. Oh, and in case you were in any doubt, here’s the pupster, voicing her opinion about whether we should walk when it’s raining: