By Melissa d’Arabian, Associated Press
Years ago, a friend took me to one of his favorite restaurants in New York City. Dinner was fantastic, the company riveting, but what stayed with me most was dessert: maple budino. One bite and I was smitten.
The pudding was luxuriously fatty and creamy, and the flavor was incredibly clean: maple and maybe a little floral vanilla. Budino is simply Italian for pudding, but this was unlike any pudding I’d ever eaten. For the record, I am a pudding fan. I grew up having “pudding parties” with my sister, the two of us making pudding out of the box, lightly scorching every saucepan in the house over the years.
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