Tapioca

I love tapioca.

I love it in pudding, I love it in bubble tea. I love the small pearls, I love the large pearls.

My mother always had an aversion to it. She claimed it was because my grandmother would force her to eat it, even though it looked and felt like fish eyes.

That story prompted me, one time when my father was cleaning some walleye, to ask him for the eyeball. He obliged, and I proudly ran to show my mom.


I'm making some tapioca pudding, right now. I'm using the instant (small pearl) style, because I had a craving and I just couldn't wait to soak the large pearls.