Banana Pudding is Not for the Faint of Heart…

Day Two. New York City. Snowstorm. Hide your wife, hide your kids.

Nevermind. That’s so not this year. Although there is a storm outside, battering down something or other. We heard a radio host call it “Super Storm Hercules” but we’re really hoping he was joking. Or drunk. Or both!

It’s January on the East Coast. That means snow is gonna happen. Meanwhile, even though this is not a mystery like how Stonehenge was formed, it is a mystery why there was no toilet paper at the grocery store today. Or milk. Or any shovels. I don’t want to know what people are going to do with that combination and I don’t want to read about it in the papers tomorrow.

A and I are home. Happily. We’re about as happy as two people can get. We bought dinner items for the next three days but only in case I am too lazy to claw my car out of its spot. I say claw because I just realized (a few months ago) that I don’t own a shovel. So I did the next best thing and poured rock salt all around my car. I saw that in Supernatural so I will either be safe from ice or demons. If I am lucky, it will be both.

Since we are here anyway, we started our Apartment Therapy January Cure Challenge. We made a list. Then we even started some of it. My job is to take care of the kitchen so I cleaned the stove and started to clean out the lower cabinets. Then my back started to hurt so I decided to chill out and make my first-ever banana pudding. This epidural ain’t going to waste. Plus, the doctor said that it’s time to start living life. That’s exactly what he said today so I am listening. And making pudding.

In order to make pudding, you need to have something to drink. I didn’t read that in the recipe, but I thought it was just because the author left that part out. So I added it back in for him. He’s welcome.

Here’s the recipe, just in case you’re feeling frisky and I want to tell you that I roasted the heck out of my bananas. And that is not a euphemism. I also added some of that bourbon before we started cooking. Again, the recipe didn’t specifically call for bourbon, but it also didn’t specifically say to leave it out.

The only other change that I made was that I used ladyfingers that we picked up today because they were handy. Meaning, I was in the wrong aisle and wasn’t near the ‘Nilla Wafers. My banana pudding concoction is now chillin’ in the fridge. If it’s good, I’ll have double. If it isn’t, I’ll see if Britney the Wonder Cat wants to try it.

Banana pudding. It isn’t the prettiest pudding, but it’s mine. All mine. Or the cat’s.

Yesterday, I linked to a Seth Godin Post about Paris (here, in case you’re forgetful like me: http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/2014/01/welcome-to-paris.html

I read this and thought – yeah, I’m guilty of cramming in a lot of life when it comes to travel and whatever new adventure I’m trying to find. I’m not as good about stopping and spending time with the people I love. And there’s no banana pudding recipe for that kinda nonsense.

What about you? Do you spend your time embracing the far away while being unintentionally forgetful about the here and now?

If so, let me toast to all of us finding more here – and now – in 2014.

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