{"id":6106,"date":"2020-06-08T06:19:01","date_gmt":"2020-06-08T13:19:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=6106"},"modified":"2020-06-08T06:19:03","modified_gmt":"2020-06-08T13:19:03","slug":"oregon-tavern-age-the-mother-of-all-puddings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/oregon-tavern-age-the-mother-of-all-puddings\/","title":{"rendered":"Oregon Tavern Age: THE MOTHER OF ALL PUDDINGS"},"content":{"rendered":"<!-- wp:themify-builder\/canvas \/-->\n\n\n<p>A morning email from Linda arrived with the subject line: THE MOTHER OF ALL PUDDINGS. It asked me if I wanted some super fancy banana cream pudding her son in New York City had mailed her. He&#8217;d sent two buckets and she and Gary couldn&#8217;t possibly eat it all. We could meet in OTA country for the delivery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>What the hell?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Of course I wanted banana cream pudding mailed from New York City. Of course I wanted to pick it up in OTA country! When I did, it would be the first and last delivery of its kind on the history of OTA!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We met later that day. Linda had the pudding in a paper sack and included a card about the pudding. Facts about bananas! Absurd! I was tempted to eat the pudding right there, but held off. I wanted to relish the mere prospect of eating it, yes, relish indeed. That evening, I would eat the pudding around a camp fire and quite possibly be the only person in the world at that time\u2014or ever\u2014to eat banana cream pudding around a camp fire.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A morning email from Linda arrived with the subject line: THE MOTHER OF ALL PUDDINGS. It asked me if I wanted some super fancy banana cream pudding her son in New York City had mailed her. He&#8217;d sent two buckets and she and Gary couldn&#8217;t possibly eat it all. We could meet in OTA country [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6107,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6106","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","category-oregon-tavern-age","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6106","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6106"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6106\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6109,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6106\/revisions\/6109"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6107"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6106"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6106"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6106"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}