It has already been noted on the Hogs Pudding page that the recipe for this Dartmoor delicacy is a secret which has been guarded closer than the Queen on a visit to Afghanistan. But just the other night I was browsing through a book called, ‘Songs of the Dean Bourn’ when I came across a poem called – ‘A New Recipe for Hog’s Pudding’. And so for the very first time I will share with you this age-old secret for the sacred Hog’s Pudding….
|Johnny Cheeseman was a grocer,
He made his pile in town.
And when he’d made it big enough
To Devonshire he came down.
He forgot his Gorgonzola,
He chucked aside his apron
But Johnny had a failing
At any kind of liquor,
He was not at all particular
His neighbour, farmer Barleycorn,
Now one day the little Barleycorns
His capacious mouth it watered
The dish was thrice replenished
Then he cried “I never tasted
|Now Mrs. B. was in a temper
For her children had to go
A trifle short for Johnny’s sake
So she was short also.
“The secret, Sir is only known”
“One day before we kill the pig
Then we mix together so much groats,
And then we take that new scrubbed trough
Which he gobbles up, too ravenous
Yes! there they are all smoking hot
If I eat meat that’s underdone
I’m much obliged for your ‘receipt’
He sent to fetch the doctor
And though he’s fit and well again
Well come on, you didn’t really expect me to break a tradition that lingers way back down the centuries, mind you, it does sound an easy way to make Hog’s Pudding?
Perry-Keene, C. J. 1910 Songs of the Dean Bourn. Plymouth: Bowering & Co.