When milk is hovering near the expiration date in our house, I make tapioca pudding. This weekend I noticed that CootieGirl’s still more-than-half-full gallon of milk was due to expire on the 24th. Knowing there was NO WAY she could drink that much milk in four days, I whipped up a double batch of tapioca pudding. I love tapioca pudding.
As I sat eating a bowl on Saturday afternoon, CootieBoy approached me.
“What’s that?” he asked, peering into the bowl.
“Pudding,” I responded, holding out my spoon. “Want a bite?”
He opened his mouth and then just as the spoon was about to enter he clamped it shut. “That’s gross!” he laughed, running away to go play.
Moments later he returned.
“I want some!” he said.
Again I held out the spoon and again as it neared his open mouth he ran away. “That’s nasty!” he cheered as he ran laps around the coffee table.
This happened a few more times until finally I ignored him and just ate my pudding.
Sunday afternoon I got myself another bowl. This time I had TWO children at my side the minute I sat down.
“What’s that, Mama?” CootieGirl asked curiously.
“Pudding?” CootieBoy guessed.
“Yes. Do you want some?”
“YES!” cried CootieGirl, all excitement while her brother wrinkled his nose at it.
But CB watched as I fed CG a bit of tapioca, as well as her request for another bite moments later. Not one to be left out, CB said, “I want some!” Sure enough, this time when I offered him a bite, he actually let me put it in his mouth. And seconds later he said, “Mmmmm…good. I want more!”
So it looks like both my kids got the tapioca gene (Denis hates it and claims it looks like snot).
*Homer*
Mmmmm…pudding.
*/Homer*
Yeah, well it might LOOK like snot, but it’s one of my favorite comfort foods…I’m about the only one at the House that likes it, but that’s all the better 🙂
I couldn’t imagine blowing my nose and seeing tapioca puddling come out… I don’t think it resembles snot at all. *Shrug*
Now an Under Cooked Runny Fried Egg… now that is snot! *throws up in mouth a little*