AND faggots.
"Hey, this rice is moving"
😉
Oh, here we go again. I think I already told the story of my younger brother and me finding something at the edge of our yard with maggots all over it. That night, my mother decided to make rice pudding for dessert for the first time (that I was aware). I didn’t yet have a name for the concoction as we were starting to be served. I tasted a bit and asked what the white lumps in the pudding were. My brother announced that they were the maggots we found earlier in the day. I gagged and haven’t been able to eat or even look at rice pudding since. I know that was decades ago, but some unpleasant memories burn deeply and last forever.