A Mommy Story

Hearing someone say, “You’re all baby, and you look fabulous!”?

A foot massage by a hot, shirtless pool boy named Fernando?

Walking without feeling like my pelvis will split in two if I take one wrong step?

A glass of wine?

No, my friends. While all of those are nice, this is what true happiness looks like:

After long (too long!) absence, they’re back. That yummy, frozen pudding-on-a-stick goodness is back.

While grocery shopping the other day, I caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of my eye, and before you could say Bill Cosby, they were in my cart. I don’t know how long pudding pops have been off the market, but it’s been long enough for several petitions to circulate, demanding their return, and for others to attempt to fill the void with homemade versions of this creamy treat.

I have already scarfed down a third of the box, and while the taste matches my memory of it, there are some differences. No worries – all three flavors are represented again: chocolate, vanilla, and that oh-so-daring chocolate-vanilla swirl. But like other childhood memories, looking at the pudding pop today, it just looks…smaller. I remember pudding pops that were tall, wider than they were thin, with that wonderful freezer-burn coat on the outside (seriously, the only product that tastes better the longer it’s been in the freezer).

Doing some research, I found it’s not just my failing memory. They are smaller now, about the size of a Good Humor popsicle, both shorter and lacking in width. The freezer burn ice coat, however, still remains.

They may not be exactly like the originals, but the taste and smell are close enough to keep me happy. And when you’re pregnant, with heightened senses of taste and smell, that’s a Good Thing.

Edit: Speaking of food – do you like granola bars? Check out my review of a new chewy granola bar at Mommy’s Must Haves.