Because you are all very loyal readers, I am going to reward your loyalty and devotion by talking about pudding some more. (I KNOW! You’re welcome.) I emailed Mike to tell him about my pudding failure (it eventually did sort of thicken in a disgusting, congealy sort of way, but it tasted like it smelled, and sadly it did not smell like a delicious creamy treat with notes of cinnamon and vanilla) and the conversation went down sort of like this:
Me: I made rice pudding but my pudding science was off and it tasted like scorched milk and death. I am sad.
Mike: That is very sad. Pudding science is tricky business.
Me: I probably should have just eaten some of the pudding we already had.
Mike: We have pudding?
That last bit is only funny if you’re aware of the fact (and I probably should have led with this bit, but oh well) that we have something like 36 pudding cups in a closet in our basement because I went shopping to the United States with Pam a couple of weekends ago and we went to Kroger and in a fit of bargain-induced madness we each bought 10 packages of pudding cups for the low, low price of $10. (I KNOW!) I really have no idea what happened, except that I like pudding and consider it to be a not-terrible-for-me sort of treat (according to what sort of nutritional math I’m not entirely sure, maybe when compared to mainlining a whole carton of Haagen Dazs?) (not that I would do such a thing) (I prefer Ben & Jerry’s anyway) and sometimes I get it into my head that in case of nuclear warfare or zombie apocolpyse, it would be nice to know I have some portable snacks to eat while huddled fearfully in my basement or toss in my backpack before I head out on the run through the desolate streets of a once beautiful city. It’s the same thing that happened when I bought all of those animal crackers, but at least in that case I didn’t then turn around a week later and make the problem worse by trying to bake MORE animal crackers because I accidentally bought too much flour or something.
All of this is to say that when going to the grocery store, proper planning = Very Important.
The scorched milk and death was what made me laugh. I am much more like A.A. Milne’s Mary Jane. All rice pudding tastes like death.
Besides that…why would you spend that much on pudding in the States when you can go to Costco? There are so many things you can get there that you can’t get here. Like my odd obsession with Pace picante sauce that I buy buy the gallon when I’m anywhere near a Kroger.
The long answer to that question is that the pudding available at Costco is just boring Jello pudding but the pudding available at Kroger was AMERICAN pudding in EXOTIC FLAVOURS. (The short answer is I have no idea why I bought it.)
I tend to buy lots of cereal when I go to Kroger. They have a greater variety of Cheerios, if you can believe that. I’ll have to look for that Pace salsa next time I’m across the border.
Banana Nut Cheerios. Chocolate Cheerios. I know. I buy them too 🙂