I am in love with Mother's bread pudding. Across the street from the courthouse, Mother's has been the location that more than one session of overstuffing during our trip. I don't know what's in bread pudding and frankly I don't care. When I've been pouring over docket sheets, listening to the supervising attorneys tell us story after story of real-life miscarriages of justice, bread pudding sooths all my angst. It makes me a better person.

I think if there were a Mother's across the street from every courthouse, I would have gone to law school much sooner.