Herodotus Pudding

I got recognized on the subway last night coming home from The Delphi. An old lady pointed and mumbled and drooled a little. I think her family thought the dementia was worsening. I felt bad, that lady used to make the greatest pudding -- you'd think Herodotus himself had handed down the recipe. Must've been... 60 years ago now, down the lower east side. I told her "wine-soaked figs" and winked. Then she said something about a monkey with a broom and laughed. The family didn't listen to a word. I suppose they thought crazy grams had found a crazy friend. And I suppose they would be right.