Or, how I came to make Dwarf Bread Pudding with Crème Pas Vraiment Anglaise:
Remember my bread machine? I less-than-three my bread machine. Recently I picked up a book of bread machine recipes, since I was getting bored with the few recipes that came with the machine, and had a go with one for molasses oatmeal bread.
This came out dense. When I slid the loaf out of the pan, it made a muffled "thud" on the counter. It turned out to be edible, even rather tasty, but kind of chewy. Substantial. In a word, dense. I suspect it has irreparably dulled my bread knife.
Dwarf Bread! (Yes, I added wheat gluten to counteract the wheat flour. And the yeast was fine.)
I mentioned this to
zudaru, who suggested soaking it in some kind of juice or liquor to make bread pudding, maybe topped with berries. This percolated through my mind for a few days, then last night, when
anaisdjuna was coming for dinner, I started poking through my kitchen to see what I had that might accomplish bread pudding.
No juice, no liquor. But I had tea! Bigelow tangerine white tea. Add a little cooking sherry, and now we're talking.
Hm, no berries. But we usually have a sack of apples in the crisper; I can saute apple slices with a little butter and brown sugar and cinnamon, mmm!
No apples. Instead, we had a sack of clementines. This seemed like a great idea, until I got halfway through peeling six clementines. That was when I realized I could have used the canned mandarin oranges in the cabinet...oh, well.
Once I'd peeled and segmented the clementines, I laid all the little segments out in neat rows on top of the soaking bread. Looking at them there like rows and rows of little soldiers, it reminded me of a dessert I'd had in France, a pie with orange slices topped with crème anglaise. So I looked up crème anglaise recipes and discovered that it requires more heavy whipping cream than any person should have in one lifetime, plus a mess of egg yolks.
Well, I hate separating eggs, and I was out of heavy cream, so...what did I have in the fridge that was a creamy consistency, that I could flavor up? Plain yogurt seemed like a good start--maybe add some of the egg nog that Aaron had bought for the tree-trimming? No, that made it too liquidy; I needed to go the other way and make it creamier...hmm. Cream cheese! Add that to the yogurt, then some sugar and vanilla, beat into submission and--voila! Crème not-quite-anglaise!
It was gratifyingly good. I'm not sure I'd actually make this again, or even recommend that anyone else does, but it was a pretty good use of the materials at hand. The crème was actually a pretty good discovery--since I used fat-free yogurt and lite cream cheese, it's not nearly as heart-attack inducing as the real thing. The flavor's not the same eggy custard taste, but still very sweet and creamy. It would be good on fruit or pound cake.
Since I normally follow recipes, rather than make them up, I'm kind of proud of this.
( Dwarf Bread Pudding )( Crème Pas Vraiment Anglaise )