We had somehow accumulated way too much bread in our small home so she decided to use some of it up by making bread pudding.
So she cubed up a whole bunch of bread and put it into a low oven to dry out.
Then she marinated some dry cherries in warm brandy and some diced apricots in Triple Sec for about 30 minutes.
Then she got out the half and half, the milk, the eggs, the vanilla, the butter, the nutmeg, the cinnamon and the salt.
She beat the eggs with the half and half and milk and the spices and then combined them with the apricots and the cherries.
Then she buttered a large dish and spread half of the bread in the bottom of it, poured the pudding mixture over it and topped it with the other half of the bread.
Then she sat staring at it as it soaked up the liquid.
And remembered the sugar she had forgotten to add to the pudding mixture!
She knew she couldn't separate the bread layers.
She reasoned she couldn't pry them carefully apart to get the sugar in.
So finally she got out another egg, some more milk and the sugar and beat them into submission, then poured it over the top and, using a sponging technique and sheer, brute strength got it combined as well she could.
And baked it for an hour or more.
We each had a ration for our lunch.
Let me tell you, friends, it tastes as good as it looks.
That's how someone who's been in the kitchen for over 60 years handles errors.
If it had been me, I would still be whimpering, whining and wailing.
