My dad tells this story of when he was young (he's now 79) and my nan (grandmother) used to make xmas puds and they would be stored in a row on a high shelf in the kitchen. This is in the days before centrally heated houses. One day my dad and one of his brothers being the only ones in the house couldn't resist just trying a little bit of this year's batch, but they knew than my nan would raise cain if she found out. So they climbed up and took one out of it's bowl unwrapped it, sliced the bottom off it, wrapped it back up, and put it back. Since the bowl got smaller to the bottom the pud stayed at the top of the bowl and my nan didn't find out until she went to cook it, by which time it was impossible to say for certain who'd done it. She apparently threatened to never make one again, which was such an awful threat that my uncle (being younger) confessed and dropped dad in it. According to dad the worst bit of the punishment was my nan said that since they'd already had their share they didn't need any more, so they went without. Now some 70 years later my dad still has an agrieved note in his tone when he recalls the incident and being squealed on by Uncle Peter.