By Ellie Krieger Special to The Washington PostI will always have a soft spot in my heart for pudding, in large part because it brings me right back to my grandma's house, where as a child I stood on a step stool so I could reach the pot and help stir, stir, stir as the sweet scent of the thickening mixture wafted upward. Looking back, I see how that aromatherapy, along with the anticipation of waiting for the warm mixture to set in the refrigerator in the little glass ramekins she had poured it into, only added to the pleasure of eating it in the end. These single-serving cups of maple-kissed pudding, layered with sliced banana and topped with a crunch of graham cracker crumbles, transport me to that comforting place — and in a better-for-you way to boot.Read more on NewsOK.com