In honor of my torn (no longer) retina, I thought I should have a defective-sounding dessert (in the UK, called pudding). So, I opted for some Spotted Dick. It's much better than it sounds. (Click here to read the original story of Spotted Dick and another traditional English, um, pudding.)
|I OBSESSED WITH AESTHETICALLY ARRANGING JESSICA'S STARS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAYS.|
SAN GERALDO'S SOLUTION WAS TO SHOVEL THEM INTO A PILE...
|...AFTER CONSIDERING A MELTDOWN, I SATISFIED MYSELF WITH THIS.|
|MY SPOTTED DICK.|
(OR AS JESSICA PREFERS TO CALL IT, SPOTTED RICHARD.)
|SMILING DESPITE A RECENTLY TORN RETINA|
AND A SPOTTED DICK.
And since I enjoyed some Spotted Dick, I thought you might enjoy a Little Richard...