Today’s pastry bread pudding is a nostalgic one., made from gifted day-old pastries from friends, and a leftover jar of mum’s ultimate Lemon Curd; half of which fueled my favourite paintballing troops this past weekend. The other, served on Great Grand-Maman’s hand monogrammed handkerchiefs and eaten in my first London flat.
I don't know how, or when, or why for that matter, I came to be so obsessed with Peanut Butter. But I am. And as accepting the fact is the first step to recovery, I have decided to indulge in this obsession whenever, however possible, allowing it to healthily run its course (yes healthy and obsession were just used in the same sentence).
