My sorority girls proved their mettle this morning when we shared Ginger’s Butterscotch Pudding for breakfast. Who in their RIGHT MIND eats tapioca? When boiled with water it turns into frog spawn and when butter, sugar and dates are added it resembles anaemic caviar. Yeuch.
Grace proclaimed that it was “not very appealing” and Ginger’s namesake composed a song:
Oh, that slimy tapicoa
It makes me want to choka
Or throw it at a bloka
To tiiick me off
When we should have been leaving to go to work we discussed how we could feed a whole pan of it to the chaw-bacon until his belly expanded into a big fat drum.
That would serve him right for not letting me have that Cliff 78rpm.