The first time I ate sago was when my eldest children were born.  They were born 4 weeks early (they?re twins, so that?s normal), but they needed to stay in the newborn care centre until they were strong enough to leave.  Although we were blessed with relatively healthy babies, it was still a harrowing time for my husband and me.
During the few weeks they were in hospital, I developed an odd ritual.  Every day when the doctors did their rounds and the parents were banned from the ward, I would head downstairs to the cafeteria to buy myself a lemon topped sago pudding.  The cafeteria was packed, so I had no option but to head back to the parents room to eat my lunch where inevitably someone would switch the television to a midday soap.  Now I reaaaallly don?t like daytime soaps, so I would tune out the TV, the chatter around me, and, for the 10 minutes it took to eat my lunch, stop stressing about the two precious bundles next door. I?d squish the little balls of sago in my mouth and wonder what it looked like in its original form.  I?d pace the lemon topping so that every spoonful would have a tiny bit until I had scraped the bottom of the cup.  It was my odd little sanctuary of 10 minutes ?time out?.
A year or so later, I was visiting a friend who had become a new mum and thought I?d treat myself and my children to the pudding I had enjoyed so much.  I planned on paying closer attention to the ingredients so I could try and replicate something similar at home.  ...