I never ate bread pudding while I was growing up. I remember hearing about it once on a cooking show and going to ask my mom what it was. The way she described it made it sound like unappealing, dried up bits of bread in lumpy pudding and so I put it out of my mind. Fast forward to years later when I was out to eat and a friend ordered the chocolate bread pudding. When it arrived, it looked and smelled amazing. My friend noticed my fascination and offered me a bite. From that moment on, I was a convert. Over at Hogwash, Jess has also spent years having a shaky relationship with bread pudding. However, it looks like things are changing for her now that she's made a batch of the stuff with the stale leftovers from a loaf of Honey Orange bread. She is still struggling with the name bread pudding and so has taken to calling her batch French Toast Pie. She can call it whatever she wants, as long as she's willing to share!









