My mum-in-law made a giant bowl of her delicious rice pudding last night for supper. And the lovely woman sent me home with all the leftovers. Today, every time I am by the fridge I hear it.
It calls to me. I pull out a spoon and have a bit.
The afternoon of what should be determined work on my MSc presentation and some other homework at the table has gone thusly:
work work....
*eat the pudding Geo*
pause. Determined head shake.
work work...
*delicous pudding....just over there!!*
"Nom. OK. No more. I must work on my speech and biostats assignment!"
Determined effort for 10 minutes
*pudding?*
hesitant glance over at fridge
"why just a little bit more wouldn't hurt..."
"now. back to work!"
Determined effort for 10 minutes...
*pudding?*
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
All delicious afternoon...
I think the entire ~2 L of pudding will be gone by tomorrow. I honestly have no concrete plans for anything else to eat except for pudding today.
I can't get scurvy from one solid day of eating pudding can I?
2 comments:
it was delicious....
Very talkative dude, that pud. :-)
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