When I had my first bite of Indian pudding, from an S. S. Pierce can in 1949, I was gravely disappointed because I expected pudding, not molasses-flavored mush. When I learned that same year the source of Harvard’s Hasty Pudding Club in Joel Barlow’s famous eighteenth-century mock-epic poem:
I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel,
My morning incense, and my evening meal—
The sweets of Hasty Pudding
I still expected pudding, however hasty, to be pudding. Pudding was made of Jello-O or junket or tapioca or rice or occasionally bread. I was disillusioned to discover that Hasty Pudding, like Indian pudding, sang “The sweets of Cornmeal Mush.”