Hello and happy Monday!
Is it too early to tell tails? …cocktails, that is?! (Oy, I’m mad at myself for that one.)
I feel like no. Because I spent most of yesterday thinking it was today and now IDK what I’m feeling like today.
Except…maybe a glass of mulled wine. That might feel nice.
I don’t really love bread pudding.
But I love Danielle.
And she loves bread pudding.
And she’s here! Finally. After months of planning and prepping – she’s here. In the flesh. Fo realz. She’s currently sleeping since we didn’t get home from the airport until nearly 2am. It’s so nice to know that when she wakes up she’ll have a pan of bread pudding waiting for her.
To be honest, I almost didn’t make it. Then when I realized I had the opportunity to put booze in something, I seized it. And threw in some butterscotch chips and toasted pecans for good measure. It was also the opportunity to make my friend happy. Because if she can fly across the country with a Chick-fil-A sandwich stashed in her bag for me, then I can make her bread pudding. It’s called friendship.
Happy Hump Day!
We’re halfway through the week! We deserve a drink. And dessert. Together. Forever.
With ice cream.
Because indulgence shouldn’t just be for the weekend. It should be for good days and great days and Wednesdays.
If you’re not like me and don’t have brownie edges lying around (which can be a blessing and a curse), store bought is fine (Ina Garten’s voice just flew out of my fingertips apparently, oy).
