Well, it all kind of worked. I was pleased with my pastry.
Mr L thought his dinner was prettier than mine and wanted me to take a snap of his plate too, so I did (up top) but I think this one shows better the fact that the pastry did layer.
Pudding was rather less photogenic. Frankly far more of a mess than the beautiful layers I envisaged encased in gleaming goblets. There was a bit of a to-do involving a fly, my hand and a packet of instant soups, which I won’t go into now, but there was, shall we say, a messy cream incident.
That’s without mentioning the fact that I tried to pack too much into the glasses in the first place…