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Every time I'm sick and my husband is nice enough to go get me food, he always asks me what I want. My first thought is obviously, "pudding!" My second thought is invariably, "Do they make meat-flavored pudding?" I've apparently asked him for meat pudding more than once while in a groggy haze.

So, yeah, being the great guy that he is, my husband is out scouring the city for something acceptably kin to meat-flavored pudding. Sorry I can't be more help, dear, but I'm sick as hell.