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Chocolate Chip Bread Pudding

I’m not a big bread eater.  Oh, every now and then I’ll get a hankering for a good sandwich or I’ll have a piece of toast with my Sunday brunch or a warm roll with dinner, but I’m not one of those people who can’t do without bread – to be honest, I’d miss cornbread way before I’d miss sandwich bread or dinner rolls.

Nor are Beloved and the Young One all that fond of bread – they both enjoy a good sandwich (more than I do) and those warm dinner rolls (again, more than I do), but that’s about it.  There are weeks I buy or bake bread where it more or less sits there in its designated spot on top of the microwave, just getting stale.  This is further compounded by the fact that Beloved prefers whole grain bread and The Young One will only eat white sandwich bread or cheese bread when I bake it – I often have two loaves of bread just…sitting there.

The bread exception – for me, anyway – is bread pudding.  I LOVE the stuff.  If it is on the menu at a restaurant, Beloved knows we will be ordering dessert; in fact, he’s been known to tell the waiter, “Don’t bother asking – just bring the bread pudding.”  For me, it is one of the ultimate comfort foods (Pho Bo and Sticky Rice with Mangoes is also on that list…I know, but I never claimed to be normal, now did I?).

Anyhoo, this weekend I found myself with half a loaf of white sandwich bread that was fit for nothing but toast, and it wasn’t going to be good for that much longer either.  I certainly didn’t want to throw it away, so I stood there, pondering it, while I fried bacon for our Sunday brunch, when it occurred to me – French toast!  But there was only the two of us, since Beloved is in California on business, so that would only use three pieces of bread.  Where did that leave me?  With a lot more stale bread, that’s where.

Ah-hah! I thought.  Bread pudding! And not just any bread pudding – a chocolate bread pudding!  But all of the chocolate bread pudding recipes instructed melting the chocolate and adding it to the eggs and milk, and I wasn’t sure I wanted that.  So I ended up substituting chocolate chips for the raisins in a more traditional bread pudding recipe.  I also skipped the sauce, which is made of butter, sugar, eggs and usually some sort of booze – I wanted The Young One to be able to have some, and it was quite rich enough without the sauce anyway.

I plated the pudding and took the picture of it about 10 minutes after it came out of the oven, and it was very tasty hot, but not so pretty and the cinnamon seemed a tad overwhelming.  However, I ate some for breakfast this morning, after heating it for about 30 seconds in the microwave, and I have to tell you I preferred it this morning.  So let the pudding rest for at least an hour before you serve it, to allow it to set up and the flavors to meld.

Also, most bread pudding recipes are going to call for French or Italian loaves, or a sweeter bread such as Challa.  Sandwich bread will be just fine for this recipe if you further dry it out in the oven a little before soaking it in the milk.

Chocolate Chip Bread Pudding

serves six, or me

4 cups cubed stale, white sandwich bread

2 cups whole milk

2 eggs

1 cup sugar

1 tablespoon vanilla

1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips

1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

1/4 teaspoon allspice

1 tablespoon butter

Preheat the oven to 350° F.

Place the cubed bread in a large mixing bowl; pour the milk over it, allowing it to soak for about 15 – 20 minutes.  Push the bread down into the milk with a spoon occasionally.

While the bread is soaking, use the tablespoon of butter to grease a 1 1/2 quart baking dish.  I used my soufflé dish, but a 9″ x 9″ square baking dish should work well, too.

In the bowl of a stand mixer, combine the eggs, sugar, vanilla and spices and beat with the whisk attachment until frothy, about 2 minutes.  (This can be done by hand if you don’t have a stand mixer; it will just take longer.)  Gently stir the egg/sugar mixture into the bread and milk until thoroughly combined, then gently fold in the chocolate chips.

Pour the bread mixture into the buttered dish and bake for 35 – 45 minutes, or until set.  The pudding is done when the edges start getting a bit brown and pull away from the edge of the pan.

You can serve the pudding right away, but it is best if allowed to rest for at least an hour.  If it cools off too much, you can reheat it gently in the oven for a few moments.

HEAT IS GOOD

Well, since it’s Friday and I have a great deal to do I thought I’d join in on Happy Hour Friday again this week.  Because while my week has been really, really stressful there is still so much I have to be happy about.

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As you might have guessed by the title of this post, I am absolutely doing-the-happy-dance THRILLED that we have heat again.  See?

It took two young men almost 7 hours to install the new furnace, but it was soooooo worth it.  They’ll be back next week with the water heater and I’m ready for that, too.

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I am also happy to report that before he left town Thursday morning, Beloved signed the lease on new office space.  Actually, it’s old office space – it’s the exact same suite of offices we were in before we moved to The Dump With The Amusing Bathroom Decor, which is a long story that I’ll tell another day – but this is a GOOD THING.

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I’m happy because the previous means I will be able to reclaim my house in about a week.  I’ve been glad that we were able to use our house as the headquarters for our business during this crisis, but when your house is the headquarters for your business it never goes away.  It’s always there.  And I’m getting a wee bit tired of looking at computers and printers and postage meters and scales and trying to keep the dog from jumping all over the UPS guy on his daily stop and dodging network cables that are draped all over the stairs/hall/dining room/living room.

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In keeping with the whole “happy” theme, I’m happy we have a plan of action laid out to get the bulk of our office furniture moved tomorrow.  I will also be happy if the winter storm that is headed our way only dumps the estimated ten inches of snow on us by noon tomorrow.

There is always this dark cloud messing up my silver lining. *sigh*

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But mostly I’m happy that all of the current crises are almost over and that, hopefully, the normal tenor of our lives (if anything about our lives can be classified as “normal”) will resume shortly.  Hallefuckinglujah.

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I am also happy for the many wonderful bloggy friends I’ve made over the last two years.  Two of them are having a hard time of it right now, so go over and give Suzanne of Twenty Four at Heart and Lori of My Life Interrupted a big virtual hug.  They could really use one right now.

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And as always, have a lovely weekend y’all.

Creamy Chicken Noodle Soup

Tuesday evening Beloved was in the living room watching something on television (probably either Cops or America’s Dumbest Criminals Trying to Flee the Authorities and Failing Miserably), The Young One was in the kitchen looking for something to eat (30 minutes after dinner) and I was sitting in front of my laptop, playing a game (and using my earphones so I didn’t have to listen to the drivel on the television), when Beloved said, “What’s that sound?”

“What sound?” The Young One and I both chimed in.  I didn’t notice anything, what with the earphones and all, and I doubt The Young One could hear anything at all over the sound of all that chewing.

“Well, it’s stopped now,” he said.  But after awhile, he was asking again, “What’s that sound?

This time we heard it too – sort of a soft humming, clicking sound.  We wandered dutifully around the house, but couldn’t locate it; then it stopped again.  So, we went to bed.   Around 4 a.m., I woke up to a very loud, steady humming sound coming from the heating grate in the baseboards, located next to my side of the bed.

Uh-oh.

It stopped, and I tried to go back to sleep, but it wasn’t to be – the sound happened again a little bit later, then stopped all together.  I finally dragged my butt out of bed around 5:15 and realized I was freezing – I should have been, it was all of 55 degrees in the main part of the house, which was warmer by far than our bedroom.  When Beloved got up at about an hour later, he wandered over to the thermostat and asked, “Why is it so damn cold in here?”

“The furnace went out last night,” I said.

To make a long story a little shorter (like Jen, I don’t tell short stories, something that charms Beloved but drove The Ex bugshit) our furnace, which is as old as our house (which is 30 years old), up and died on us.  What’s more, our hot water heater, also on its last legs, had developed a leak (the things you find when you go poking around in the dark corners of your basement, something I try never to do).  So, we called the furnace people who sent a service guy to our house who told us that our furnace had gone to The Big Boiler Room in the Sky and our hot water heater wasn’t far behind it.

Oh.  The joys of home ownership.

You don’t even want to know how much this is costing us – let’s just suffice to say we’re spending so much money on one of those ultra-super-duper energy efficient furnaces (with a humidifier!  Can you gimme a hallelujah????) and a new water heater that they are going to throw in a new air-conditioning unit (which is apparently as old as the furnace) FOR FREE .

Yeah.

Anyhoo, the new furnace won’t be here until today, so we were still stoking the fire in the fireplace last night, as well as keeping the oven running non-stop come dinner time last night (whose bright idea was it to buy such a damn big house in the first place?  Oh, yeah…mine)(Hey, we needed it at the time).  To top everything else off, we had an extremely busy and stressful workday and Beloved still had to get ready to go out of town on business today, so our plans to go out to dinner went out the window and I ended up making this very good, very comforting and very warming soup.

I used half a batch of homemade egg noodles (about 6 ounces) in it, but if you wish to substitute some cubed Yukon Gold potatoes, this would make a dynamite chicken corn chowder.  Ideally, you should boil a cut-up whole chicken for the broth, but I didn’t have the time so I used canned, low-sodium chicken broth and cubed boneless, skinless chicken breasts.  And it was absolutely delicious, but make sure you don’t over-cook the chicken or it will get rubbery.

Creamy Chicken Noodle Soup

6 generous servings

4 tablespoons butter

2 large stalks celery, sliced

1 medium yellow onion, chopped

2 medium carrots, shredded (about 1 cup)

3 tablespoons flour

1 cup frozen whole-kernel corn

6 cups chicken stock or 3 cans low-sodium chicken broth

1 1/2 cups half and half

1 1/2 pounds boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cubed into 1-inch pieces

6 ounces egg noodles, either fresh or dried

Melt the butter in a large, heavy pot (I used my smaller stockpot) over medium heat.  Add the celery, onion and carrots and cook, stirring frequently, until the onion is tender, about 7 to 10 minutes.  Sprinkle the flour over the vegetables, then stir to combine well; cook for another 3 minutes, stirring frequently.  Slowly add the chicken stock, stirring constantly, and bring the soup to a simmer.  Simmer for 5 minutes and add the corn.  After another 5 minutes, stir in the half and half and add the chicken; simmer until cooked through, about 7 to 10 minutes, stirring frequently.

While the chicken is cooking, cook the noodles in a large pot of boiling salted water until al dente (just tender, but still firm to the bite).  Drain the noodles and add to the soup; simmer for another 2 to 3 minutes.  Season to taste with salt and pepper, and serve.

I’m Just a Little Peeved

The subject of this week’s Spin Cycle is pet peeves.

Where do I begin?

There are plenty of people who are complaining about the butchering of the language, especially this new “texting shorthand” – the use of things like “u r” for “you are” and “ppl” for “people” – so I won’t add to it; let’s just suffice to say that it irritates me to no end.  The same goes for the proper use of “they’re”, “their” and “there.”

Beloved will tell you that his biggest pet peeve when it comes to the English language is the use of “good” in place of “well” and he WILL correct you on it.

Mine?  When people say they are going to “up” something – their medication, their contribution to their retirement plan, their budget for something, whatever.  I have news for you – UP IS A DIRECTION, NOT A VERB.  You’re not “upping” something, you’re increasing it.  Drives me absolutely bananas.  The only concession I’ll make to that is the phrase “upping the ante” – not only because that’s most likely where the substitution began, but because saying “increasing the ante”, while proper, sounds stupid.

And that’s all I have to say about that subject.

I could say something about males who do not seem to know how to close kitchen cabinets, don’t remember to run the disposal before they turn on our ancient dishwasher (or the bottom will fill up with dirty water), leave full mugs of cold coffee sitting in the microwave and tell me they don’t care when I ask them what they want for dinner, but I won’t because then it will be open season on me (and I have far more irritating habits).  So we just won’t go there.

But lately, my biggest pet peeve is this whole mess with my photographs.  Did you see that I have now started watermarking the small images that accompany my non-recipe and non-photography posts?  Because I found people hotlinking to those, too!  ARRRRRRGH!  Look, people – my images, my blog, my bandwidth.  Mostly my bandwidth.  That I PAY for.  Out of my own pocket.  With a very few exceptions, every picture on my blog has either been taken by me or is stock photography that I have paid for.  The few times I have taken a picture off of the internet, I have saved it to my computer and uploaded it to my web server.  I hate it that so many people have no problem with linking an image onto their website or blog or, heaven help me, their bulletin board/forum comment.  I understand that some people might not realize that this is stealing, but does it not occur to people that the internet is not just one big free-for-all?  Everything on it cost someone, somewhere, something – their money or their time or their skill or their intellect.  You don’t go into the store and just pick things off of a shelf and walk away with them, and you don’t go on to someone else’s website or blog and take things from it, whether it is an image or the content or the bandwidth used to display those things.

Stealing is stealing.

RTT – It’s Groundhog Day…Again

Random Tuesday Thoughts

It’s that time again folks – so grab the funky purple button (what’s with that ham, anyway?), link up to Keely and play along with Random Tuesday Thoughts.

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Today’s edition:  The Annual Groundhog Rant.

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So, here it is…February.  My least favorite month of the year – for all sorts of reasons, but mostly because it’s going to be at least six weeks before I see the sun or any sign of life around here.  No matter what the stupid groundhog says.

Because while it is PERPETUALLY GRAY here in my neck of the woods I imagine it’s sunny as all get-out in Puxatawney and I bet the rotten little buck-toothed rodent is dancing around going, “See?  My shadow!  It’s my shadow!  Six more weeks of winter!  Bwaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaaaaaaaa!”

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Going a little crazy?  Not at all.  Why do you ask?

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But Phil the Weatherman was right…it’s all the groundhog’s fault.

Puxatawney Phil needs to die.

I don’t care how well he drives for a quadruped.

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Oh, PETA is going to be after me now.  Have you heard?  They want the organizers of Puxatawney’s Ground Hog Day Festival to replace Phil with a robot.

Does this organization not have one thinking member that looks at their press releases and says, “Hey, look guys – this is pretty damn stupid.  Do we really want to publish this?”

No, I didn’t think so either.

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Ah, well, at least we know what we’ll be watching this evening.  I don’t think The Young One has ever seen Groundhog Day.

There I go again – I’m just racking up the votes for that Excellence in Parenting award that I know is just waiting for me somewhere.

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“You want a prediction about the weather, you’re asking the wrong Phil. I’ll give you a winter prediction: It’s gonna be cold, it’s gonna be gray, and it’s gonna last you for the rest of your life.” — Phil the Weatherman

Have a lovely Groundhog Day, y’all.