My father’s family lived in the country–no running water, wood cookstove, two mules. We spent a lot of time there, especially in the summer when we would go swimming in a nearby creek where the water, even in 90+ degree weather was icy cold. You would come out of there with blue fingers and toes. Then go back to the house where my grandmother would have an enormous pan of banana pudding, smelling like heaven, gilded with merangue and so hot we had to wait and wait and wait until it was warm instead of scalding before we could dive in.