Life is funny chial. While I can barely remember what I had on today, I can recall certain random events from my life; the time my brother and me got lost at Northgate Mall in Durham, the time I decided it would be a good idea to put a purple skittle up my nose, the first time I slept alone in my room in my own bed (yeah so I slept with my momma until I was like 8, judge me), etc. Considering the time of year, a certain day is coming to mind really vividly right now…
About 23 years ago, in 1989 at the ripe old age of 5, I started kindergarten at Pinkston St Elementary School in Henderson, NC. I remember it like it was yesterday; my momma drove me to school before she went to work, she walked me to Mrs. Vass’ class; through the front doors past the front office, down the first hallway to the right, the third classroom on the right. She kissed me and told me to have a good first day of school and watched me as I went in and sat on the carpet. Then I watched her leave out the window. Little did she know that I cried as soon as I saw her left. Not only did I cry, but I ran outside the classroom and refused to come back in until it was time to play with the blocks. I repeated this for the entire first week of school. My momma would drop me off, I’d sit outside the classroom and cry and refuse to come in until I was somehow bribed. Unbeknownst to me at the time, Mrs. Vass quorumed with Mollie and they came up with a plan to get me to come in. On this particular day, ma dropped me off and I sat outside. She stood at the end of the hallway and pretended to cry after I refused to go in. Of course it worked and the rest is history. I was such a sucker 🙂
Life goes on…it has to, whether you decide to go on with it or not.
Fast forward to now, I’m 28 years old and in 2 weeks I will have completed my first day of school, yet again. But this time, I’ll be on my own. While I can’t imagine doing this without ma to hold my hand, it’s happening, whether I like it or not. I’ll go to the TACE at GW and do my RA thing for a few hours then at 5pm I’ll go to the first day of the first class of my program. I’ll navigate the campus and go down whatever halls I need to in order to get there. Then I’ll go in and sit down. Hopefully I’ll fight my urge to burst into tears and run outside the room, I think I will (maybe). Then I’ll come home, it’ll be just me and my bish (Dutchess) lol. But no Mollie, not this time, not anymore.
At least not in the flesh.
I’m excited, I’m nervous, I’m anxious, I’m scared…I’m 5 years old again yall.
We’ll see how this goes…
Cranberry-Orange Brioche Bread Pudding
- 4 eggs, plus 2 egg yolks
- 4 c heavy cream
- 2 c milk
- 1 tbsp butter
- 1 1/2 c brown sugar
- 2 tbsp vanilla
- 1 tsp cinnamon
- 2 tsp nutmeg
- 1 boule cranberry-orange brioche bread (I acquire this at Wegman’s)
- orange marmalade, for glaze (optional)
Preheat oven to 350°F
In a medium sauce pot, heat the cream, milk, butter, brown sugar, cinnamon, vanilla and nutmeg until combined while whisking throughout, for about 5-10 mins. DO NOT BOIL! Set this aside and allow it to cool.
In a large bowl, whisk the eggs and egg yolks together. Add the milk mixture to temper the eggs so as to not scramble them, while whisking the mixture until all the custard is combined. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least 3 hours up to overnight.
Meanwhile, cut the bread into cubes and arrange them in a loaf pan. Pour the custard over the bread to cover and allow the bread to soak up the mixture. Bake for 45-55 mins until the center of the custard is set. Allow the bread pudding to rest for 20 mins before serving.
For the glaze: heat the orange marmalade (in the microwave is fine) and spread it over the top of the fresh bread pudding with a pastry brush.