I grew up really poor, didn't realize it then, but we were poor ! IF we ever had a dessert and it would be on a Sunday we would have pudding, made from scratch with canned evaporated milk....to this day I can't eat pudding. When I went to live with foster parents I thought they were really really rich because we had dessert each night, nothing fancy mind you, and we always had iced tea to drink.
When I grew up and had my own family we would have some kind of dessert each night I would make pudding because my family loved it but I just can't do it. Also, and now, many years later you will always find a pitcher of tea in my fridge !
Now bread pudding with a rich sauce will sometimes get my attention.