it's #thingsyoucan'tnotbuyatagrocerystore

it is cake in a can,

it is called dick,

and there are bubble letters on it!

how do you see that at the fairway without giggling a little bit and tossing one into your basket??

there is some great commentary about it here {where the name becomes spotted richard}

and here {where the decision to change the name is deemed ludicrous and so it is changed back to dick}

but so yesterday for breakfast i boiled {!!} the can to cook its contents, opened the can, dumped out the little cake, and ate approximately 1/5 of it.

and it was totally delicious. moist and sweet... just like a honey cake. it is supposed to have a custard-y accompaniment, but i thought it was delicious on its lonesome.

i hadn't known what to expect, since my pudding knowledge until yesterday was swiss miss and rice to riches. but now i feel all couth now, having experienced the british pudding.

this is making me miss my british counselor friends...

-yeh!