It was all the fault of a pheasant. Pheasants exemplify the phrase "bird brain" as far as I am concerned. This one made its latest suicide bid between Tesco and home on Saturday evening and I did an emergency stop to be proud of. Unfortunately I could not be so proud of how I had packed my shopping and I broke three eggs.
The eggs stayed (more or less) in their shells but they had to be used fairly soon. I'd noticed earlier in the week that bread crumbs were making their bid for world (or at least freezer) domination so the solution to both problems seemed to be bread pudding. It's got to be over twenty years since I made one but I just flung things into a mixing bowl. Breadcrumbs, eggs, milk, muscovado, spices all went in but I decided to add dried apricots instead of raisins or sultanas.
It was wonderful! The apricots gave it just a nice degree of tanginess. I've cut it into sixteen pieces so there will be scrumminess in the freezer for quite a while.
I might even forgive the pheasant.