I awoke this afternoon feeling groggy . This cold has done a real job on me and I was particularly glad it was Friday . Walking into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee , I saw remnants of Emily's baking , but what she has made was nowhere visible . Feeling a little perplexed , I opened the refrigerator door and there it was . . . . . . an oreo pudding pie .
My daughter makes the best oreo pudding ! She made it up one day and this has become her signature dish . Whenever there is an occasion , everyone asks for her to make some .
But why ? What is it about this pudding that makes people melt by the sight of it ? I , myself , smiled when I saw it in the refrigerator . I think that it reminds people of their childhood and offers comfort . You know , you won't be woofing it down , but will take the time to sit , have a cup of coffee and take time to really enjoy every single spoonful .
We live in such a fast-paced world and when an opportunity knocks with anything homemade , we go on a journey back when things were simpler . . . . . our childhood . What kid doesn't remember eating an oreo cookie by separating it and licking off the creme filling ?
So yes , I'm sitting here eating my oreo pudding pie , enjoying every single delicious spoonful and I'm not sharing it with anyone .
Have a Blessed day everyone .
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