summer pudding

Miller traces his irreverent and subversive streak to a psychedelic experience during the particularly sweltering summer of 1991.

Edna did not reveal so much as all this to Madame Ratignolle that summer day when they sat with faces turned to the sea.

And this summer it seemed to her that she never would be able to take proper care of her nestful of children.

Well, the pudding moment arrived, and a huge slice almost obscured from sight the plate before us.

I tell you, madam, most distinctly and emphatically, that it is bread pudding and the meanest kind at that.'

The year before they had spent part of the summer with their grandmother Pontellier in Iberville.