when my aunt burnt the rice pudding
When I was about 6 years old we went on a family holiday to Cornwall. They were always a great laugh - a big farmhouse, me, my bother, mum, dad, aunt, uncle, cousins and grandparents. Around this time I was very very fond of rice pudding, so much so that I had been pestering my mum all day and had been promised my heart's desire that evening. I cannot over emphasize just how much I wanted rice pudding. It was my aunt's turn to do the cooking that night and although it is not hard to heat a tin of rice pud up she managed to burn it, much of it sticking to the bottom of the pan. It tasted disgusting - I was totally incensed, just old enough to know it was only bloody rice pudding and really I should get a grip, but young enough still to lack emotional control - I felt my white hot rage and utter disappointment immediately, intensely and completely. I just didn't know what to do, so I flounced off hissing "it's burnt", tears pouring down my cheeks.
(powertiger, Thu 26 Jun 2008, 16:06, Reply)