So I blame Bill Cosby for this: sometimes I just want a cup of pudding. I don’t want to make it from a mix or actually cook. Instead, I want to peel back a lid, lick it, and dig my spoon into creamy pudding. Being vegan has diminished that experience . . . until now.
When I go to the natural grocers, one of my stops is in the substitute section to look at what types of dairy and meat free products have come in since my last visit. A few weeks ago, I discovered Zen Soy Milk Pudding. I’m not a huge fan of chocolate, but it was the only flavor available so my husband and I decided to give them a whirl.
Breaking into the pudding cup, it was just like being a kid again. Lid licking commenced and my spoon lifted out lovely clouds of smooth, glistening chocolate. The flavor was even better–rich and silky. It was a satisfying, divine way to treat myself after a long week. I know they have a number of other products, including a spin on Jell-O, and I can’t wait to try them. If they ever introduce pistachio pudding, I might dissolve into a pile of glee.
I do have one important request: please oh please start making Pudding Pops. I loved the heck out of those things when I was a kid.