Syllabub used to be made, it's said, by the milkmaid milking her cow directly into a jug of cider. I don't know if that's true but I hope so. In its original form - it goes back at least as far as Tudor times - it was made with milk or cream curdled by the addition of something acidic, usually cider or wine, and often served sweetened.
I'm not a Mum who treats sugar as the devil. I have a very sensible (well I think so) theory that by saying something's off limits you create all kinds of both negative and exciting connotations. Dieting, giving up smoking, stopping dating unsuitable men... by saying it's off limits all of a sudden we all want it more. So this recipe is a welcome surprise.
I am reaching the terrified stage. I've done the hypno birthing course. I've re read all my birthing books. I'm trying to keep my feet up. But there's no getting away from the fact I'm basically scared. I don't especially like giving birth. For me, it hurts that bit too much. Admittedly my second son's birth was a positive experience overall. But it still bloody hurt.
These eggs, aptly named son-in-law eggs are a Thai staple and according to research into the name, this dish is apparently a warning from a Mother in law to her 'soon to be' son-in-law, that if he doesn't treat her daughter well then it may not be eggs that will be used the next time she cooks them!