Whoa, time warp. Wasn’t it just April the other day?? I don’t know how this June thing happened, and I gotta tell you, I’m not really on board with it. I’ve been a little distracted – okay, a lot distracted – by, you know, life . . . Continue reading
Woot! I managed to make a tiny dent in my freezer banana stash! And by tiny, I mean *tiny*. As in, three bananas down, out of twent- two total. Twenty-two bananas, that’s just ridiculous. And the only way to keep that pile from growing is to do all the grocery shopping myself. If the hubster does it, he buys another 8 bananas. Every single week.
So, I went straight from The Blahs into a full-on winter cold. Which feels ironic, since we’ve been experiencing what I call “Fake Spring” here in the Pacific Northwest–unseasonably warm temperatures, a suspicious lack of water falling from the sky, and *gasp* sunshine. And since I haven’t been sick, really for real sick, in more than two years, I’m being a big baby about it. A BIG WHINING BABY. I am sitting on the couch all day, sniffling and moaning and blowing my nose. Fortunately, the only witnesses are the dog and the cat, and they ain’t talkin’.
So this is what you do with that stale loaf of challah bread. Whaaat, you don’t have a stale loaf? Because you ate it all? I know, I know, it’s good stuff. I had to hide our second loaf, my husband and I polished off the first one in a space of an evening. Okay, maybe it was half gone when he got home, whatever. So, go make some more challah, and let’s get on with the show. The Bread Pudding show.