I wasn't going to make this one this week - Jack and I had indulged way too much on our first trip down to Long Beach Island for the summer. To use the famous saying, I was like a fat kid in a candy store. And I often know when I shouldn't be eating something, but it's like I have an angel and a devil on my shoulder, and the devil is actually that fat kid saying, "Eat it! What's one bite?" which then turns into three days of indulgence.
It's not pretty.
What is it about the summer or being at the beach that makes me want to eat bad food? Burgers. Frozen Margaritas. Elephant Ears. Fudge. Birthday Cake. TWO PIECES! Ugh. I'm so ashamed.
When I told Jack I was thinking of skipping the recipe, he told me I should make it and bring it into work, as I haven't been blogging that much lately (I really am trying to get back on track. I have so many photos and no write ups about my food!). Also, the lovely Elizabeth of Cake or Death chose this recipe, so I definitely didn't want to skip out, because I love her and her blog. Even if the recipe did involve making custard (which I love to have spoonfuls of because the fat kid devil tells me to) and soggy carbs. Now, we all know how I feel about soggy carbs. But then I had some tiramisu bread pudding and was turned into a skeptical bread pudding lover. Would I be fully turned with this recipe?
Well, let me tell you something. I was actually excited about it. Tender Gala apples, tossed in a sweet caramel sauce dripping with butter. Complex apple pudding, brimming with notes of nutmeg, cinnamon and clove. Sweet and creamy vanilla custard. And, of course, bread. Yummy, delicious bread.
I was so mad that I was not going to allow myself to have more than a bite. And I shut that inner fat kid up real fast when she suggested that I eat this with a big scoop of ice cream. Wouldn't the ice cream be so good?
NO. NO IT WOULDN'T.
Aw, who am I kidding. Of course it would. But I had to stop myself. At just one bite. Stupid willpower. This was good. SO good. So good that I swore that the one day in my life that I'm not on a diet, I'm going to eat the whole damn thing. With a pint of ice cream.