One of the most comforting things I can think of on a bad day has got to be bread pudding. I was first exposed to it as a little girl on my first trip to Europe. London was as it should be, cold, wet and grey, but there was this little pub we went to for lunch, the Prince Albert (for those laughing, this was 1981, and the only Prince Albert anyone talked about was in a can). This was where I had my first bread pudding. I was hooked. Hit the jump for the recipe and more musings…
