butterscotch pudding

There is a place on the westside, in the building where I used to live, called Clementine. The food there is pretty good if a little overpriced and it's been a big hit in that neighborhood since its doors opened several years ago. It's too far for me to frequent now and it's too crowded with westside "ladies who lunch" and CAA agents to be really enjoyable anymore. But, whenever I'm in that area I always try to stop by to see if they have any of their butterscotch pudding because it's the only thing I've ever found worth that kind of trouble. They don't always have it and it's hard to tell when they will, it doesn't seem to be a seasonal item but who knows. It will blow your mind. When God sat down on the 2nd day to create the pudding family, this is the stuff he came up with. It's molasses-y and sweet and a really strange shade of almost gray,,juuuuuuguuguggghhhhhhhh.

Anyway, here's the point. I went over there today to drop some stationery I had shot off at Sugar Paper (I shot most of their website, if you want to see what I've been doing) and popped my head in for a bite with the kiddo and to pick up some pudding (and apple turnovers, almost as good as the pudding and still the best turnovers we've found). Brought it home for J and had some after dinner. Of course, the best thing about having a kid is feeding him stuff and seeing the reaction so it was time to have his first taste of butterscotch pudding. He's sitting on the floor chewing on something and I give him a tiny taste. He stares at the floor for a second while he contemplates the brown sugary goodness melting on his tongue. Looks up at J with the biggest smile and spins around on the floor like he's on a sit-and-spin. It was the best reaction I've seen to a food product yet. Then of course he wanted more and it only took a second to realize I'd made a huge mistake, and right before bed time.