There are certain things that I, as a Southerner, believe that I am supposed to enjoy. Among them: grits, Moon Pies, catfish, barbecue, NASCAR, banana pudding and driving large trucks through mud. Many of those things, I don’t enjoy.* Today, though, I’d like to tell you about one thing in particular that I don’t like: Banana pudding. Specifically, the banana part. I still try to make banana pudding now and then, though, because Rockford likes it and I like him. (I don’t think I’ve ever made the classic Nilla Wafer version, because I find it gross. I do, however, like Nilla Wafers with American cheese, which is the snack my great-grandmother, Granny Frankie, gave me when I was little. And that doesn’t sound even a little bit gross, right? Right.)
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