I have always liked pudding. Any kind of pudding! All kinds of pudding! I would eat pudding three times a day if I could. Mom's baked rice pudding! Mom's bread pudding! What I wouldn't give to have them again. Buffets with puddings are heaven on earth.
When I was a little kid, a little thievery of Mom's cookies took place on a regular basis. Many cookies were baked and Mom was extremely busy so the risk of being caught was minimal. Cakes with icing? Well a small finger in the icing would never be noticed. Licking the finger was perfect.
So one day when I was about seven or eight, I came home from school and there was a large bread mixing pan in the porch and it had the most wonderful looking stuff in it. PUDDING! It was a huge bowl of pudding. Nobody would miss a little pudding from such a large amount as this? I dipped in the vast amount of pudding and eagerly looked forward to wonderful pudding taste. Oops! It didn't taste that good. It tasted funny. Well try some more. It was definitely not pudding.
So I was most disappointed about not finding a bonanza of pudding.
When I got in the house, I asked Mom and Dad what was in the porch. They smelled a rat. They asked me if I tasted it and I admitted I had.
It turns out that the huge bowl of goop was home made wall paper paste! In the old days you didn't buy wall paper paste at the store. You mixed up wall paper paste from a special recipe. Mom and Dad were going to put up some wall paper so they'd made the paste. It was in the porch to cool.
Now this event became an often told family story. I remember it so well today because I heard it many times as I grew up.
Have you ever heard the expression, "It tastes like wall paper paste?" I can tell how that statement originated.
I'm sure gullibility has got many people into embarrassing situations. Are you one of those?
I can't recall a similar situation happening to me but I can recall home made wall paper paste. I seem to recall flour played a large part in it.
ReplyDeleteFlour and uncooked flour at that. It doesn't taste very good.
DeleteHahaha! What a great story. Did you still continue to sneak tastes in after that? Or did that cure you of it?
ReplyDeleteYou can't cure a dedicated food thief!
DeleteMMMM paste. Wait, many kids ate this at school. This is a good tale.
ReplyDeleteYes, but that was different paste. I'd forgotten about that one until you mentioned it.
DeleteOh, yuck! Good thing your insides didn't stick together after eating that stuff. You're so funny, Red. And a good storyteller, too. :-)
ReplyDeleteHey, if you'd have told me my insides might stick together back then I'd have freaked. Gullible right?
Deleteoh, too dang funny! thanks for the laugh, red!
ReplyDeleteI really got fooled!
DeleteYou are hilarious! I was a good girl. It's my brother who got into trouble. Most of the time! :-)
ReplyDeleteI think boys are much more daring as they think they are invincible.
DeleteEnjoyed your story Red!! :))
ReplyDeleteI too LOVE puddings! I probably would have tasted the paste too! Lol!
ReplyDeleteCheri
I have to get busy and make some puddings now that being outside is over.
DeleteYes, I have been pretty gullible when younger. I might have tasted that pudding...just like you.
ReplyDeleteI think I was a little out of control too.
DeleteYou're the only one i know who's admitting to eating wallpaper paste.
ReplyDeleteThat is funny! Reminds me of the paste we made of flour and water when we were children. I used to taste that, and kind of liked it.
ReplyDeleteSo I'm one in a bazillion ?
ReplyDeleteFlour and salt if I remember rightly.
ReplyDeleteI used to steal raw cake mix. I don't know why it can't have been very nice.
Loved this story Red and I do remember the wallpaper mix and you know what.....the darn wallpaper never came off the wall when a batch of this was mixed up. We kids had to hold the bottom, while my Mom fitted in the top and my Mom called it a wallpaper party when we helped and gave us each a penny to go buy REAL candy. I always bought half moons - 2 for a penny. Wow, the memories are coming back. Thanks for a delightful post pudding thief. ha,ha
ReplyDeleteWall paper party? Your Mom had a fantastic way to get you to help. Penny for candies? You must be older than I am. I don't think we had penny candy.
DeleteWhat a story!
ReplyDeletewallpaper paste! yuck.
ReplyDeletekids are always getting into somebody’s pudding bowl and I know too well that it isn’t always pudding you get to taste.
Was there ever anything nicer than licking out mum’s cake mix bowl at the end of a mixing session?
I remember the scraping out cake mix bowl.
DeleteWell as a lover of pudding, I think it was worth the risk :)
ReplyDeleteYa, it could have been a bonanza!
DeleteOh what a hilarious story! I hope you're writing all of your experiences down somewhere - then getting a book published for your family.
ReplyDeleteNo books here. These stories would have to have much more in them. They're short as it's easier for readers.
DeleteNow this made me chuckle Red, that is such a cute story. When I was little I was a bit of a tomboy and liked to climb trees with the boys. I think my dear mum must have gone gray at an early age. My sister was very much a little girl and liked her dolls, I liked one teddy bear who climbed trees with me.
ReplyDeleteYou had zip and energy!
DeleteThat I did Red, that I did. Wish I had half of that now ;)
DeleteToo funny. But it goes to show how universal it is for kids to want to sneak a taste, lick a bowl, spoon or beater.. and just assume that everything in a bowl is food.
ReplyDeleteI'd forgotten about licking bowls. We used to fight over licking bowls so spoons were included too.
DeleteToo numerous to mention. Doing dumb things was a childhood specialty I carried on into adult life.....
ReplyDeleteIt's more fun that way!
DeleteHa ha.... wall paper paste.... the things we do as a kid. But on the flip side, that is how we learn things.
ReplyDeleteGood grief! I'm glad it wasn't something that could have hurt you, Red. I confess I would have been tempted too. I LOVE pudding too!
ReplyDeleteOh your not going to believe this . In grade two I ate it not all but when we had art. I too stuck my finger in it. Only I liked it.
ReplyDeleteMy Mom phoned the docotr. She said I was lacking something. Dad said. Ya, brains.
my daughter used to eat the sand out of the sand box but we did have a lid cover over it. Again lack of something. We laughed and said brains. ha-ha.
When I was pregnant. I loved the smell of shoe polish and gasoline. My son wrote a book. He said wonder I am high my nutty Mom was a shoe polish and gasoline addict user. Can you believe he wrote that.