Bread Pudding

Bread Pudding Recipe 


3 cups of stale bread or cake.  

4 Large Eggs

1 stick of butter

2 cups of sugar

2 TBS of Vanilla

2 Cups of Cream or Milk

Grease a pan, cube and crumble bread in to greased pan.  Mix sugar, eggs, butter, milk and vanilla and pour over bread.

Preheat oven to 350, while bread sits in mixture.


Chop 1 cup of pecans, ½ cup of packed brown sugar, ½ stick of butter and 1 egg and mix well.  Drizzle all over top of soaked bread.  


Bake for 30 minutes in preheated oven.  


Mix  ½ cup of brandy, 1 egg, 1 cup of sugar or honey and pour over top.  Bake another 15 to 20 minutes.  Serve warm.


Katherine Bullock, Fort Valley, GA


Bread pudding has a sentimental meaning to me.  I was missing the little treats my former mother in law would send home with my hubby on occasion. Once in a while a little bowl of bread pudding. This was months post divorce of a needlessly brutal divorce.  In fact, I was missing that part of my life altogether. Things of comfort and love. Then I spoke to an old friend and colleague from Texas I hadn't seen in years.  A few years back she lost her son suddenly in an accident.  My life was a blur and busy at the time,  I felt sorrow that I couldn't leave work and my eight year old to visit her during her loss.  Shortly after the death of her son, her husband's cancer returned.  Within a couple years she had lost her only child to an accident at work and spouse of more than 25 years to cancer.  Last year she had met and remarried someone I would've never pictured her with.  Last year my life seemed to end.  Everything I knew or loved, spent the past years building was gone.  She was looking genuinely happy and well loved.  She processed that blushing bubbly glow we have even post fifty when we're full of love, hope and possibilities.  I realized that while her life was regenerating and reblooming,  mine was falling apart.  How quickly things can change and  I was that way not long ago.  She spoke of her recent wedding.  This time the wedding cake wasn't kept under her pillow.  It was nibbled on until it became stale, then frozen for her future anniversary and made into bread pudding to savor the love all over again.  I prayed to God,  thank you so much for blessing my friend.  She is so genuinely worthy of happiness and love.

    We forget God gives and forgives and we get and forget.  I feel forgotten sometimes.  God must understand that feeling as well. Look what he gave for us.   I believe all things well loved should be savored more than once.

     I'm thankful my friend shared that with me. The bread pudding cake plans and her happiness inspire me to keep moving ahead.  Her concept of savoring it all over again until its gone is amazing. What would it be like if we handled life and love as such everyday? I love the concept of loving everyone and everything until its gone.





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