pudding

Something about butterscotch makes people (eg me) very happy.

No one is skipping dessert tonight.

My friend Catherine just turned 50, and didn’t want any fanfare.  And she wasn’t just saying it in the way that some of us do sometimes, “Oh, no….no party for little ol’ me, I don’t want to be a bother.”  She insisted on no celebration with an ardor that left nothing to be wrongly interpreted. As in, if you even thought about something like a surprise party she would enter, turn on her heel and march out, but not before bursting into tears and point a finger at you and yelling, “J’accuse!” or something dramatic. So, because I love her …

If corn pudding and spoonbread had a baby.