It has been raining for what seems like weeks. This cold grey weather feels more late September than early June, which perhaps explains my lack of judgment in preparing last night's dinner. Smart gals plan June menus with an eye toward fitting into a bathing suit at the beach rather than having to wrap yourself in two garbage bags tied together with duct tape. But I kind of don't care because what I made was so freaking good. Real good. I had almost an entire loaf of garlic bread left over from the night before, and maybe I've been watching too many episodes of Chopped, but my mind immediately went to bread pudding. Holy cow.
Totally Forgot About Swim Suit Season Garlic Bread Pudding
I had some mushrooms, so I sauteed them in my skillet with a little butter.
I also had some soy sausage, so I fried that up as well.
I put these things in a dish with my torn up garlic bread. Everything was looking a little brownish, so I threw in some sliced sun-dried tomatoes because I don't care if it's not 1994 anymore, I still love the damn things. I mixed three eggs and three egg yolks with two cups of milk, salt and pepper, and poured it over the whole mess. Then I waited about 45 minutes. I didn't really just wait for 45 minutes. I was doing other things during that time. That would be pretty sad if I just sat and watched the bread sopping up the custard for 45 whole minutes while I cried deep down on the inside that I had nothing better to do. What I should have done is filled up on carrot sticks or broccoli to avoid the coming feeding frenzy. I sprinkled on a generous handful of grated parmesan and baked at 350 for about 40 minutes.
I know, it doesn't look like I ate much, but this was the plate I served to my son, who almost gagged literally to death on the sun-dried tomatoes, but otherwise thoroughly enjoyed this dish.
To make up for this decadence, I offer this musical sampling, perfectly distracting for the long slog on the treadmill. And this dude kind of looks like a musical theater version of my husband. Enjoy.