So I was feeling like something sweet yesterday and nothing hits the spot like a nice warm bread pudding covered with cream. Started to put it together. I always have all the ingredients. Saved bread crusts...Doug doesn't eat them and my hair is curly enough, eggs...never without those it seems, brown sugar...pail was full! Vanilla...yep, I still have a good litre from the last time I was in Mexico about 10 years ago. A little salt..wait? What is this? No milk? The cream is sour? But I must eat bread pudding! I desire, no, I crave it!
What to do, what to do? Aha! Powdered milk! I always have that and it is almost indistinguishable in bread pudding!
Except when it is rancid.
I took the the whole repulsive mess out to the birds tonight and I was not disappointed. They practically tripped me and mobbed the falling bowl! I have never seen such grateful birds. Makes me think I should cook for them more often!
What to do, what to do? Aha! Powdered milk! I always have that and it is almost indistinguishable in bread pudding!
Except when it is rancid.
I took the the whole repulsive mess out to the birds tonight and I was not disappointed. They practically tripped me and mobbed the falling bowl! I have never seen such grateful birds. Makes me think I should cook for them more often!