I lost my black pudding. That is not a euphemism. I was raised in the North West of England and it's something that was always in the background. I quite liked it now and again.
About a year ago I thought I would quite like a small slice and that is when I found that the standard black pudding has gluten. It's funny how when something is forbidden it suddenly becomes so desirable. A nice component of a full English suddenly looked a lot tastier.
I have found that Morrisons do a gluten free black pudding. Yesterday I cut a few slices, about a quarter of it, and heated them through on the griddle. I really enjoyed it. It was on the bland side compared to the slices we used to get from the local butcher on the Wirral, but it hit the spot.
I can't find the rest of it anywhere. I have searched, but yesterday my mind was elsewhere and all I know is that three quarters of a black pudding didn't make it back to the fridge. I remember at one point I tried to put it in the drawer where I keep the plastic bags, but it's a blur afterwards.
I'm going to have to pull the kitchen to pieces. It's most likely that I threw it out in a fit of insanity but I can't risk finding a decomposing black pudding down the back of the baked beans in a month's time. I am also really sad, because it was so lovely to have it when I thought it was a taste that I'd never have again.
So there is a bright side - the kitchen will be a lot cleaner and probably emptier. Also, Morrisons will deliver on Monday with an order that includes a gluten free black pudding. I shall take good care of it.