Butterscotch

I was lying down, worrying a problem that has been preoccupying my mind incessantly. I'd gone through every possible scenario, come at it from every angle, but it's an unsolvable riddle. Or one that has no satisfactory resolution, anyway. But still I think about it, trying to figure it all out. I'm smart, I can do it, right? My mind started to slow down and all of a sudden, I was overwhelmed with a crushing craving. For butterscotch pudding. Did my mind just want to stop the worrying and obsess on something attainable?

It has to have been years since I've had butterscotch pudding. It's not an especial favorite of mine. But I could see the spoon breaking the surface and pulling out a triangular wedge, and then I could feel the cold pudding dissolving on my tongue, comforting me. It's too, too sweet.

I went to the cookbook. Aha, I have brown sugar, butter, milk, flour, salt, eggs and vanilla. It will take just a few minutes of mixing, boiling, thickening. I guess today I can have what I want, after all.