Beautiful pudding. I grew up on a farm too. There was always food to eat and work to do.spring there was plums and strawberries to pick and jams and jellies to make, cows to milk and gardens to weed. Yeah, I don’t know if I miss it but the values it taught I appreciate.
“People don’t realize how easy they have it these days. Most kids have never known what it’s like to go without anything. They want something, they get it. If there isn’t enough money, they charge it. We never wanted anything because we never realized we could have anything. We never missed what we never had. Things were much simpler back then, and we were stronger for it. We worked together to keep the house in order, to put food on the table. We kept things going.”
~ Clara Cannucciari, Clara’s Kitchen: Wisdom, Memories, and Recipes from the Great Depression
My Nana grew up during the Depression. Her father was a bank manager. When it all fell apart and he lost his job and their family home, they all moved back in with Nana’s grandparents. This pudding became their household staple for special occasions. It was fancy enough to serve when guests…
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