"My thoughts exactly." Rules were made to be broken, even if they were just about what could and couldn't be called a pudding.
Albie picked up a fork of his own for a taste. "Hannah makes these herself," he explained, digging the tines into the soft sponge. "These are usually served warm. I like mine with custard, other people prefer a bit of vanilla ice cream." Albie could drink custard straight out of the jug given half a chance.