“Be there loaf in your locker,
And sheep in your fold,
A fire on your hearth,
And good luck for your lot,
Money in your pocket,
And a pudding in your pot!”
traditional ending to a Mummers Play
On Friday night, my two brothers,
my boyfriend, and I laughed as I sliced a bowlful of chocolate pudding into
four equal parts. Each quarter of pudding came out of the bowl so clean, I
didn’t even need to wash it before putting it in the dishwasher.
jiggling,” said my younger brother.
think pudding is supposed to do that,” said my older brother.
“I know,” I
said sheepishly. “But it was the right consistency when it came off the stove.”
the problem by reheating the jiggling pudding in the microwave. With a bit of
whipped cream on top, some milk and laughter on the side, my somewhat botched
first attempt at pudding still accomplished what good food is supposed to: a
to attend MC has provided a number of unforeseen benefits, among them, access
to a kitchen and the opportunity to cultivate my latent love of food. I
discovered this passion when I met a vegetarian foodie named Callie. She and I
found ourselves talking for hours about food. I began my college career vowing
that I could never forswear bacon cheeseburgers, yet by my first winter break,
I had become a vegetarian. To avoid living off of yogurt and pasta, I needed to
learn how to cook, so I began experimenting my way through my mom’s three Moosewood cookbooks. I have since grown to love cooking.
Friday night, before I made the pudding, I was flipping through these three
like I’m going to be borrowing these cookbooks from my mom all the time when I
move out,” I told my boyfriend. Then, I realized that I won’t have a kitchen in
my dorm next year, so there’d really be no reason to take the books with me.
As the days of the semester fly by, I come to
realize more and more that the moments I most cherish like watching Prince of Egypt with my family, or
throwing cooking parties with my friends, or eating homemade chocolate pudding
at 10:30 at night with my brothers and boyfriend will soon be gone. Come
August, I will be moving into a dorm at Saint Mary’s College of Maryland. While
I am excited to move onto this new phase of my life, I am also sad to leave
these moments behind me.
be other kitchens and other puddings and other friends in my future, and my
family will always be my family. I will always look back on my time at MC
fondly if for no other reason than the amazing new friends I made, and those
extra two years living with my family. Indirectly, MC has given me the gift of
cooking, and with it the gift of bringing together the people I love most.