I’ve had some bad situations with bread and butter pudding. Really bad. So bad, in fact, I didn’t eat them for about 20 years. Then one day, someone made me one and I ate the damn lot. They were kind of appalled and said somewhat stiffly “I was hoping you would share it with your family” and I didn’t have the heart to tell them nobody liked it.
Nobody but ME, that is!
(in their defence, one person in my family doesn’t really eat dessert and the other was a fussy 17-month-old. The third wasn’t even born yet. Nobody tried it).
I ate it for breakfast, and I ate it for dessert and declared myself out of the bread and butter pudding drought. Begone!
So every year about this time, I get my weekly bread and butter pudding recipe on, always upgrading the custard to bread ratio, and basically eating the lot myself.
And then I read this genius post by my mate Rachel – who was making bread pudding from the thousands of uneaten sandwich crusts her four kids created in a day. GENIUS I TELL YOU.
Of course, I had to put hot cross buns and croissants and whatever else I had on hand in mine because that’s how I roll, but sandwich crusts? Amazing. In they go to the freezer every time I spot some that the kids don’t want. Oh I’ll eat them. Warm, covered in custard and cream…. oh yes, I’ll eat them.
I don’t know where I’d be without online shopping – I loathe shopping with the fire of a thousand suns at the best of times, so if I don’t have to get dressed/referee and monitor a toddler and a preschooler/leave the comfort of my own home (or bed, if I’m being honest), I’m all over it.
I’m often on the lookout for slightly-out-of-the-ordinary gifts for kids, both mine and my friends’ little ones who are having birthdays. I always find something at Oliver’s Twisty Tales – and if I’m honest (again!) – several somethings.
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The weather’s cooling down, everyone’s dusting off the jackets and scarves, and little ones are coming home with snotty noses and the latest version of whatever the fashionable illness at daycare/kinder/school is going around, amirite?
Ok so I wasn’t even going to post this recipe until next week, but y’all seemed VERY KEEN to have it much earlier than that. Immediately, if not sooner.
Was it the golden syrup? That’s what did it for me!
I had a fruit + veggie box delivery that had amongst its goodness one lonely quince and many delicious-looking apples (which, incidentally, now that I’ve written it reminds me of that Ben Folds song One Angry Dwarf and Two Hundred Solemn Faces) They were stewing in my pot before you could say “compote”, and the golden syrup was out because I’d just made Anzac biscuits… and hello.
When I first went veg I went to all my favourite recipe sites and typed in “vegetarian”, then hit the search button. I tried so many new flavours, new ingredient combinations, and so many more recipes than I had ever thought existed. Suddenly a whole new world opened to me – and one of those worlds was cuisines from other cultures who took vegetables pretty damn seriously.
So seriously that their vegetables were unlike anything I had ever tasted before. Take this Greek stew for example – it’s not just roast vegetables, people (although they are my favourite!), it’s a mix of slowly braised/roasted veg with loads of garlic, onion, herbs and lemon, cooked for hours until it melds into a delectable, sweet, flavoursome (dare I say unctuous? weird word, but it’s perfect) mix of soft, crispy, chewy vegetable stew-like deliciousness.
Along with 95% of the population, I’m struggling to understand how it’s April already and the year has gone so fast. What happened? Did I fall through one of these? Can it stop?
The challenge of finally reading the books I’ve collected over the years is like, a quarter over and I’ve had a very slow start. I blame it squarely on the fact that the books I was reading were not setting my motivation ablaze, and thus has led me to surreptitiously put the unfinished tomes on the op-shop pile and shrug my shoulders in defeat.
Here’s how it’s gone down (and down and down) so far: