I have just had the most unpleasant experience you could possibly have with Rice Pudding. I’m not going to go into detail, but trust me when I say this:
Rice pudding is not meant to be inhaled. Ever.
Not only do I end up with the damned stuff in my stomach and windpipe, but somehow it managed to get up my nose as well. I am left confused, but not really willing to recreate the experience to find out how it happened.
Regardless. I don’t think I like Rice Pudding.
My nan will be thrilled, she stocks more tins of the stuff than ASDA.
At some point along the line I think she got the impression that I loved the stuff more than life
No more blog for today, but I have lots of blog for tomorrow and… the rest of the week it seems. Bai folks.