Thanks, OMC. I knew I could count on you for the math conversions.

I can't say it was an unmitigated success, but what survived was very light and crunchy. A little too salty, but then I'm an ex-Victoria Station manager, so I cook my ribs in a salt case.
It wasn't a total disaster, either, so the DH was very happy. I knew puds can be cranky until you get the feel for them, just like really light pie crusts and good gravy. They can't really be accurately measured. It's a learned skill - knowing the proper temp by sight or feel, and the proper consistencies. So the fact that part of it was golden brown and crunchy, was good. Next time I'll use a smaller pan, and less drippings. I think my pan was too big, the temp wasn't hot enuff (no smoke coming out when I opened the oven) , and the batter hit the bottom of the pan, so it stuck.
Still, there was none left at the end of the meal, and the flavor was wonderful. So thank you Rumple, OMC, Miz M, and Annie for your good wishes and great information. I think I'll adjust my temp and equipment, not the recipe, next time.
I do have to mention that the Queen of Everything ran off with the center cut while I was waiting on the pud to finish cooking. I could have killed her!

I was saving that one for the Cheeseling, who like rare meat almost as much as I do. The fact that he ate some of the pud is a reason for celebration. This kid hates almost everything except popcorn shrimp and hot pockets.
Still, I think I'll pay more attention next Christmas when the ex-box makes the pudding. We'll probably have to supply the roast as well as the ski tickets. Both she and her new DH are out of work, and have been for the last 6 months. And now that I'm almost OK to do the intermediate runs with the ex-box, maybe it'll be fun to ski together this year.
