With the help of my ancient but working bread machine, which makes a hearty and very slice-able whole wheat  loaf, I now bake one bread every other day. However, the ends never get eaten, and by the second day I have to cut off the entire crust for Amie because chewing on it hurts her new teeth coming in. On top of that the eggs were also piling up. The hens are back to 2-3 eggs a day now.
So I made bread pudding/cake. We call it “potting” in Flanders. It’s not too sweet, spiced and flavorful, moist and chewy and crunchy and takes me back to my childhood. It’s everyone’s favorite. Yum!
