Dar forget to tell me I must be attentive. Directions were to cook one hour or when the a knife inserted comes out clean. Simple, right? Not for me. I had a hour, the kitchen was good so back to my repairs and redesigns.
TWO HOURS later Hubby asks What's cooking in the oven. I ran screaming as if the sprinting would turn back the clock. Poor Bread.
Here's my poor pitiful bread pudding. I didn't have raisins so I just had plain cinnamon bread pudding.
I panicked. I have ruined it! I had saved the ends of many home made loaves to create something and now I have killed their chance to live again!
A sign of a good cook, I think, is the ability to make everyone think it is supposed to come out this way. Butter works to soften the outer crust of homemade bread so I tried that. Nope didn't work. So I carefully removed all the crusty pieces, cut them into small pieces and buried them in a bowl of cool whip. That worked, I have small soft DARK squares of cinnamony goodness.
The remaining loaf was iced with Dar's Mom's glaze. It just didn't look right so I flipped the bread top to bottom. Oh, the bottom was beautiful, Sooooooo I iced that side with coconut caramel icing glaze.
Result: Every one loved it. The cook's reputation was saved. I have created a new recipe, Gail's Burnt Offerings.
Wish For The New Year: Even when you mess up, may you always be creative enough to fix it...and learn a lesson in the fixing.
Happy New Year!