spotted dick pudding.
it's #thingsyoucan'tnotbuyatagrocerystore
it is cake in a can,
it is called dick,
and there are bubble letters on it!
how do you see that at the fairway without giggling a little bit and tossing one into your basket??
there is some great commentary about it here {where the name becomes spotted richard}
and here {where the decision to change the name is deemed ludicrous and so it is changed back to dick}
but so yesterday for breakfast i boiled {!!} the can to cook its contents, opened the can, dumped out the little cake,
and ate approximately 1/5 of it.
and it was totally delicious. moist and sweet... just like a honey cake. it is supposed to have a custard-y accompaniment, but i thought it was delicious on its lonesome.
i hadn't known what to expect, since my pudding knowledge until yesterday was swiss miss and rice to riches. but now i feel all couth now, having experienced the british pudding.
this is making me miss my british counselor friends...
-yeh!