Mom’s bread pudding, I can still smell it! That was dessert many a cold night during the depression.
There were always lots of crusts and dry bread in our large household. Mom never let anything go to waste.That was probably true in most families during the depression.
I was surprised when a new friend had never had bread pudding until her husband asked her to make some. It’s funny how you grow up with something and expect everyone to be familiar with it.