I actually had a dream about my Grandmother’s banana pudding last night. My grandma passed away many years ago and although I miss her and I think that she was the best cook in the world, I hadn’t thought of her pudding in forever. I had to make it today so my daughter and I ran to get the ingredients and made it together tonight. I am sure my Foo Foo (that’s what I affectionately called her my entire life) is smiling up there as we enjoyed it for desert tonight. It is amazing how something as simple as pudding can hold so many happy memories.
