When I was kid shopping in Cardiff on a Saturday with my Mum, we’d always – at some point – end up in David Morgan’s (…anyone remember that place?) and specifically in the restaurant on the top floor (the one with all the Monet and Renoir paintings on the green walls?). Our pit-stop involved a drink (something fizzy for me – these were the days before I drank tea…) and sharing a variation of Mille Feuille, also known as a Custard Slice, which is, by the way, probably the worst cake in the world to share with someone because it’s darn impossible to cut without the custard slurping out the sides and… Anyway. I had some puff pastry hanging on in my fridge the other day and decided to experiment.

