Bread Pudding With Decadence

Posted on | December 8, 2009 | No Comments

I don’t feel well at all today. Neither did the half loaf of french bread in the pantry. I feel all flu-y and the bread felt like a brick.

Finally! That was my cue to indulge just a little.

I had a recipe for bread pudding that was all healthy and stuff. Well, it had apples in it and the author said it would be good for breakfast. So that makes it healthy. Right? But I have no apples. Not even raisins or anything. Deep digging in the pantry resulted in a find of dried sour cherries and cranberries. This is a major find, on the level of some Egyptian Pyramidal artifacts if you consider the condition of the pantry. Don’t ask, just trust.

bread pudding

You know, the sad thing is I couldn’t smell it baking.

Bread Pudding With Decadence

8 oz. of stale french bread broken/crushed/mangled into 1 inch pieces or so
2 hot dog buns on their way to being stale, treated more gently than the above
4 oz. white chocolate, broken into pieces
Approx. 1/3 c. dried cherries and/or cranberries
3 eggs
1 can, 14 oz., condensed milk
1 3/4 c. hot water
2 tsp. (or whatever) of vanilla
1/4 c. melted butter

Preheat oven to 350F.

Grease a 9×13″ pan. In the pan, toss together the bread pieces, fruit and chocolate until everyone is evenly distributed.

In a bowl using an electric mixer, mix together eggs and condensed milk. Careful before you lick the top of the can, that edge is sharp, k? When well blended, add hot water and butter and blend some more. Add the vanilla and mix well.

Pour over bread, making sure to dunk all the pieces so they’re soaking up the mixture. This is why you want stale bread, of course.

Bake for 50-55 minutes until a knife inserted into the middle comes out clean. At least I think that’s how you were supposed to check.

bread pudding too

What’s wrong with this picture? For one, I can’t really appreciate how it tastes. When you can’t breathe, food tastes so BLAH. For another, I’m the only one in the house who can eat this at least until Friday. The kids won’t touch the dried fruit with a ten-foot pole. But do you think that will stop me from gorging? Maybe only temporarily. After all, I almost did eat this for breakfast.

I’m off to have a nap now that my cider is finished, my Zicam has melted and my eyes are crossing.

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