Cooking and Olympic-ing (not in that order)

First and foremost, tonight is the end of all my television joy, the Olympics are coming to a close.  Sad day.  Now what will I watch?  I would say there are going to be tears, except I'm all cried out.  I know I've already discussed this, but I'm a teary mess when watching the Olympics.  I cry when people win, I cry when they lose.  Apparently, people fulfilling their dreams is a tender spot for me.  Good thing I own a great brand of waterproof mascara.  I'm also going to miss hearing Danny watching the Olympics.  He's rather audible, which can be heard through out our little home.  I find it rather adorable, a manly type of adorable of course.  And lastly, I'm going to miss a tie to England on my screen each evening.  I know it is no secret of my love for England.  It's been fun seeing areas of the country each night that I have fond memories of.  Hopefully it won't be too long before I get to visit again.  Also, while we are still talking about the Olympics, aren't Gabby Douglas and Missy Franklin the cutest Olympic darlings?  They are my personal favorites, mainly because they both seem so humble and sincere.

Second, remember all those plums.  I scoured the internet for recipes.  I ended up making this...

Plum pudding!  Ok, it actually isn't plum pudding.  It is vanilla pudding with a plum glaze.  It was good and really rich.  The actual recipe I found was for tapioca pudding with a plum glaze, but neither Danny nor I like tapioca pudding.  (My dislike of tapioca pudding goes back to my young 6-year-old self when I was babysat by some family friends while my youngest sister Noelle was making her arrival into this world.  They gave us tapioca pudding and one of their kids told us it was like eating frog eyes, because of the texture.  I never have been able to get rid of that frog eye image from my mind whenever tapioca is served.  Funny what sticks with you from your childhood.)  Anyway, here's the recipe for the glaze, except I nixed the alcohol, since I don't drink alcohol; therefore, I don't own alcohol.  Also I'm in a rambling mood and with England on the mind I feel the need to share that if someone in England offers you pudding, that just means dessert, not necessarily actual pudding.  Glad we could clear this up.  Also, my mother-in-law was recently in town and took a bushel of our plums (I actually have no idea how much a bushel is) and made plum-nectarine jam for all of us to enjoy.  How sweet.