Bittersweet Pudding Pops Recipe

When I was old enough to babysit, I didn’t do it for the money; I did it for the food. I’d get the little stinkers to bed by reading bedtime stories so fast you could hear a sonic boom, and then I’d eat that poor family out of the house and home. I only babysat at homes with a guaranteed score, and I find it curious that I was ever asked to babysit more than once because I never left without demolishing ever last edible morsel from inside the freezer. The Stewart family was especially hard hit, since they always carried the full line of Jell-O Pudding Pops and I had no problem polishing off every last box. I’d apologize for my foolish youthful behavior, but I cannot honestly say that I’m sorry. Or that I wouldn’t do it again now that I’m full grown.