As soon as he got home, he went to the larder; and he stood on a chair, and took down a very large jar of honey from the top shelf. It had HUNNY written on it, but, just to make sure, he took off the paper cover and looked at it, and it looked just like honey. "But you never can tell," said Pooh. "I remember my uncle saying once that he had seen cheese just this colour." So he put his tongue in, and took a large lick. "Yes," he said, "it is. No doubt about that. And honey, I should say, right down to the bottom of the jar. Unless, of course," he said, "somebody put cheese in at the bottom just for a joke. Perhaps I had better go a little further . . . just in case . . . in case Heffalumps don't like cheese . . . same as me. . . . Ah!" And he gave a deep sigh. "I was right. It is honey, right the way down." A A Milne
The Weather Man has a thing about glace cherries. He’s like Winnie the Pooh with a tub of those sickly things – has to check if it’s cherries all the way down…
But who am I to throw a stone? Condensed milk does the same for me. Worse so, as you could not remotely say it’s one of your five-a-day, plus you can pick glace cherries out of a pot daintily, while a once-licked spoon going back into the tin is shameful and unhygienic.
Well. The whole tub is a goner in that case.
That’s why I love this recipe: it calls for 125g sticky stuff which is about two thirds of a tin. And what with the remaining milk, you don’t want to waste it, do you?
And the cake is quite nice too.