Once upon a time, there was princess named Snow-White. One day, an old lady gave her an apple. Snow-White bit into it and passed out. Moral of the story: never accept apples from old ladies, unless it’s your granny.
At the ripe age of 30+ years old, I realised I had never had rice pudding in my life. Which is quite strange considering some of my grandparents were quite fond of it, and my sister had had an acute rice pudding phase for a while (she even made it with basmati rice, but I think that’s because she’d just grabbed the first box of rice she’d found in the cupboard).