In truth, there's not a whole lot in the way of entertainment in the small town of Seaford, Delaware. Even the closest movie theater is half an hour away in Salisbury, Maryland.
But what the town lacks in other diversions it makes up for in eating establishments, which one can find aplenty in Seaford, especially those of the cozy comfort food diner variety,
But no, it turns out that the Golden Eagle is owned by a different family, a Turkish family, also very nice, one of whose members likewise came over and greeted my mother, as my mother often patronizes this place as well.
I then put myself on the line by claiming that I made the best pudding of them all, and was immediately given the challenge of putting my money where my mouth was, so to speak. I took up the challenge and promised to prove myself by making a Christmas Eve bread pudding the following night, wondering even as I spoke if I should have just swallowed all my big bread pudding talk.
We started off Christmas Eve morning back at the Stargate,
Alas, the only toppings I had to offer were ice cream and whipped cream.
Mayhaps everyone was just being polite about my bread pudding being the best.
In any case, here's the recipe for my bread pudding (this amount is good for an 8"x8" pan. Double the recipe if using a 9"x13" pan):
Patti's Bread Pudding
2 cups milk
2/3 cup sugar
A shake of cinnamon
4 cups bread, cubed
1/4 cup raisins
1/2 an apple, peeled and cut into small, thin slices
1/4 cup almonds (or more if you like almonds)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Grease an 8"x8" pan. Put the bread cubes into the pan.
Beat the eggs, mix in the milk, sugar and cinnamon. Pour liquid over the bread, let stand until soaked. Stir in the raisins and apple. Top with almonds. Bake at 350 degrees for about 30 minutes or until the bread pudding is firm. Serve hot or cold.
After dinner everyone sat around for a bit,
After dinner we said our good-byes to my daughter, son-in-law, and the children, as they were leaving for Baltimore that night since they had an early flight back to Los Angeles in the morning.
However, after my mother left for her daily Mass,