finding a new life for stale scraps of cake, muffin, croissants and bread!

making good bread stale

My journey to find stale goodies was quite a success and oddly enough it has nothing to do with saving money, although it certainly works out that way. People often don’t see that value that is right in front of them.

For example, many years ago,  I offered to clear a friend’s undeveloped property of a variety of boulders, mostly Serpentine, Shale and a few rather large rocks of many hundred pounds full of zinc ( we used to have a lot of active zinc mines in this area ). He accepted and I know he felt a bit like Tom Sawyer conning his friends into painting his fence for ‘fun’, until he saw the boulders utilized in my yard.

I feel the same way about so many products that still have culinary viability in a new production. Incorporating prior culinary treasures into new wonders is not only fun, but it is practical and economical.  This was the key to the early chef’s success!

Fortunately for bread pudding makers, there are always bakeries that have something they can’t sell… funny how that works. Now, I have enough to make my bread pudding dessert on Sunday. In case you are wondering, those are banana muffins and I am surprised they didn’t sell. I find having many different textures adds a lot to the pudding.

Bon apetitte!

bread pudding is marvelous

bread pudding is marvelous!

I have written about the beauty of bread pudding many times because it is certainly one of my favorite desserts! The beauty is that it is different every time you make it, or at least, it should be! The concept of the chefs of old was that you threw everything left over into a bowl which might contain: scraps of cake, muffin, croissants and bread! Personally, I think it is the unintended variety that makes all the difference.

Certainly, adding some dried fruit ( sultanas and blueberries) soaked in Armagnac or brandy for the raisins and rye whiskey for the blueberries is a treat and extracting the natural vanilla flavorings from vanilla beans takes time. By Sunday, my search for all the ingredients will be over and it will be time to bake!

You may ask why I don’t have any leftovers?… well, we are not a big kitchen any more! Now, I have to scour the day old sections of various bakeries.

So what are you making today?

Roger

(click on the picture above for my basic bread pudding recipe)

lobsters invade Boston

my daughters in Boston
is this the loyal order of... er... lobsters?

When my daughters first emailed me this picture, I thought they had joined some sort of group, complete with silly hats, secret passwords and blood oaths. I knew they were at the Association for Psychological Science’s Conference in Boston, so I rest assured that the conference hadn’t changed that much!

The purpose of the hats, I assume, is a desire to partake of Boston’s very famous seafood. Unfortunately, the seafood restaurant famous for decades on the waterfront , “Jimmy’s”,  is gone to demolition. However, there are several alternatives that they might enjoy and here’s one:

Anthony’s Pier 4

Have fun, ladies!

dad


a hand is a link to someone’s heart

I wanna hold your hand

I noticed that  one of Laura’s blogs “I wanna hold your hand” was getting a lot of interest lately, I recognized it and it made me smile. Laura discussed how it was a simple means of communication and a sign of affection. She also hinted at how some people view it as ‘control’ and ‘oppression’, which might be the case in dealing with a 2 year old trying to run in a crowded airport… but less so here.

Personally, I have always found walking holding hands to be relaxing, a silent form of communication and comforting. Laura said that she had noticed more and more folks holding hands and viewed this as a good sign for relationships and I agree. On reflecting, I do remember when Laura first held my hand, it was on our first date in 1969 at a USC- UCLA football game and she sighed that her hands were cold. I held her right hand with my left as we walked and we both felt warmer and I could feel her pulse….  I knew her statement was ‘a line’… but it was a good one!

Over the years, I have found walking and holding hands to be a link into someone’s heart. Because, if you walk holding hands with someone for 30 minutes, you know all about them.

Karla makes me smile

karla makes me smile

Sometimes. Karla just gets to the root of something… possibly without meaning to, but her humor is priceless. Karla ( who has autism) drew two pictures and sent them to me via email (she likes this medium). The first is of her older sister Kristin who loves to do adventurous things ( she is a ‘lioness’ as everyone knows!) and the scond is a drawing of old dad having a battle with the evil minions of Google.

In any event, she made me laugh!

Roger

PS. click on the picture and you’ll see more of her work.