Evidently, the proof is in the pudding.

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I’ve always maintained that Japan is the most eccentric country I know this side of the solar system, and that’s the reason why I love it so much.
 
Well, sometimes the proof is in the pudding and the pudding is in the proof.
 
Why?
 
Because last week I came across someone giving out flyers for the most insane all-you-can-eat buffet ever: a pudding exhibition-come-banquet!
 
No legs being pulled, seriously, this boasted a splendid array of every baked pudding conceivable ranging from creme caramel to rare cheese cake wedges.
 
Would have quite liked to check it out, but felt slightly short changed as they didn’t have spotted dick on the menu.
 
Forget the rice staples, sugar high anyone?