Pudding

I’m not really a great pudding eater, and yet this chapter has turned out to be the longest in the book. At home I usually finish a meal with fruit and cheese. Sunday is the only pudding day. The restaurant is closed in the evening and all day Monday, so Sunday afternoon marks the beginning of our weekend. It is the one time the staff and I have a chance to sit down to a quiet, more relaxed meal together, without having to rush back to work. We have time to talk, to linger and to treat ourselves to pudding, even if our choice is dictated by what it left uneaten by the customers.