Update on the pudding. Well, it looked good to start with. When you put the spoon in, there was a golden and yummy coconut crust (that bit worked) then underneath was a moist, sweet custard, rather like the stuff you have in bread and butter pudding, with that slightly jelly-like consistency. No sign of any crust layer on the bottom. I ate a bowlful after our pasta and was slightly bemused - edible, but definately not one I think I'll repeat in a hurry. Andrew was completely put off by the look of the custard, even though he loves things with coconut. The finale of this tale is that while I was hoovering this morning, a certain well known greyhound who will remain nameless got into the utility room and decided to help themselves to the remainder of the pudding. At least somebody liked it. Now just off to make some cous-cous for when Andrew returns from running club later. It is bitterly cold out there tonight, but the full moon looks wonderful.