Waldorf Pudding - The Waldorf Pudding Served On The Titanic

The Waldorf Pudding Served On The Titanic

A dessert called Waldorf Pudding was served to first class passengers on the RMS Titanic on the April 14, 1912. The exact recipe for this dessert remains unknown and it may have been specific to White Star Line. Several speculated recipes using apples, walnuts, and raisins (which are the key ingredients of Waldorf salad) exist but there is no evidence that any of these ingredients were used in the Waldorf pudding served on the Titanic. The chefs at the Waldorf Hotel had never heard of Waldorf pudding around the time of the sinking of the Titanic.

A menu from Celebrity Cruises describes Waldorf Pudding served on the R.M.S. Olympic in 1914 as a creamy vanilla pudding flavored with a hint of nutmeg, diced apples and sultana grapes.

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