The greatest benefit to working nights on the weekends, as opposed to when I used to cook brunch at the hotel, is that I get the traditional Lazy Sunday experience. Trying to sleep through the sun blazing sharply through my eastern-exposed bedroom windows, praying the child doesn’t wake up before 8am, or at least can occupy herself with her toys before she remembers that she has parents and they are supposed to bow to her every tiny whim. Making a cup of coffee and figuring out if I feel like making breakfast or not.
Let me preface this with two things; one, I am not a huge bread pudding fan and two, I have never made it before. Being confident in my skills, I pulled out my trusty cookbooks and skimmed the internet, comparing recipes and styles. Nothing really sounded right in my brief search, so I borrowed a little from each one. Read the rest of this entry