Day 96-Puddin'

Howdy!


        Sorry for the delay in my last post...I'm a pretty bad daily blogger I guess. Whatever the point is that I'm sharing the memories not the day I post them, right? I was up pretty late yesterday and I got up only to start studying and writing. Boo it's a pretty Saturday I want to be out at the Baseball field watching...well baseball obviously. I'm so close to being done with school but I do have a lot left to do which is making me a bundle of nerves but once I overcome those obstacles I get to have a jam packed and exciting summer, the light at the end of the tunnel?

Memory #96

                This is probably the most random and uneventful memory that I will ever tell in this blog ever but I feel compelled to mention it because it was a thing and it happened. I remember this fairly long period of time during middle school I think where my mom, Sam and I got into a pudding/jello phase. It seriously came out of the blue. Before this period I might have pudding or jello at my house like twice. Now obviously whenever we went to Luby's I would get jello and whenever I went to Mr.Gatti's I got pudding, duh but it wasn't the same as making it at home. So I don't remember what caused this phase either but all of a sudden we had this bin dedicated to pudding and jello. We would get in these super adventurous moods and try all of the 'fancy' versions besides like the normal crowd favorites. We also started buying a lot of milk...you know to make the pudding. It became a thing every time we went to the store we also bought like two to three boxes of pudding and jello. Then we'd come home and decide which one to make. 

        Really strange sounding I know but I have a lot of glimpses of memories of coming home and either pudding or jello would be waiting for me. At one point I remember my mom and I getting really obsessed with pistachio pudding. Weird right. But I remember that Sam didn't like it so we would make a box and split it between ourselves for the rest of the day. I don't know if we pudding ourselves out too much but I really haven't made either pudding or jello since those days but every time I pass the pudding and jello at the grocery store I think of my mom as strange as that sounds.

Love always,

Erin