I just returned from Seattle, where my pregnant sister is living with her husband. I spent three days painting the tiniest room in their townhouse a lovely "moonshine" yellow, and aside from realizing just how much I like it here, not a whole lot else.
I made pudding this morning. I had a yearning. Unfortunately, I made it with soy milk and it didn't quite congeal like it's supposed to. But after eating a slice of cheesy pizza for lunch, I was reminded of the options before me: dairy=gas, soy=no gas. I'll go with the latter.