When I was young and our mother wasn’t inviting friends over for dinner, just cooking for our family, she’d make pudding. She’d lift a heavy saucepan onto the electric stove, pour in milk, and scald it, bringing it nearly to a boil.
She’d pour this hot milk into sugar and a little flour, sometimes cocoa, always a …
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