There’s no doubt that there’s Yankee in my blood–thanks, Mom!–but it’s taken me awhile to acknowledge and embrace it. Since starting this blog a year and a half ago, the frugal part of me has been coming out more and more. And with it the Yankee is rearing its thrifty head.
One of the Yankee notions that I grew up with was it was verboten to waste anything. My mother always found more uses for things that most people would toss in the trash. Besides Velveeta boxes reborn as drawer organizers or jelly jars transformed into drinking glasses, my mom had a way of figuring out how to use every last crumb (or drop or morsel) of food so that nothing went to waste. Sometimes those crumbs ended up in another meal–literally, I’m sure, when she was making meatloaf–or in a bag that we took to the local pond to feed the ducks.
For the longest time I never gave crumbs another thought. I’m ashamed to think about how many heels of bread I’ve tossed in the compost. No one in my family likes them–even if I try to sneak them into a sandwich, used upside down. It never works, and the heels end up getting tossed anyway. The other night, though, I had an epiphany about leftover bread.
I’d planned to serve hot dogs for dinner, but just before I got everything cooking, I noticed that the hot dogs had little white spots on them and smelled kind of funny. When I glanced at the expiration date, I almost gagged–they’d expired at the end of the summer. Well, they were in the back of the refrigerator where I couldn’t see them, so that’s probably what happened. Anyway, the hot dog buns, it turns out, were pretty much past prime, too.
While I had no problem tossing the hot dogs (I prefer to have my meals without listeria, thank you very much), the buns were haunting me. How could I let perfectly good buns go to waste. Wasn’t there something I could do to use them in something else?
I don’t make meatloaf, so there goes the bread-crumb idea.
I’m not into croutons, so can’t use them that way.
And we’re not planning on feeding the ducks any time soon.
Then, the epiphany hit me–French toast or something such. I wasn’t interested in making French toast at that moment (we ended up having cereal for dinner the night of the failed hot dogs), but I felt confident that I could figure out a recipe that would use up these leftover hot dog buns, and any stray heels of bread I might find in the refrigerator.
After a quick Internet search, I came across a couple of recipes for bread pudding, which didn’t sound very good to me. However, once I read the ingredients closely I realized that these recipes closely resembled French toast. So I decided to experiment.
Here’s how the recipe looked on paper:
stale, leftover bread/buns torn or cut into marshmallow-sized chunks
6 eggs
1 cup milk
2 teaspoons vanilla
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup boiling water
Preheat over to 350 degrees.
Take a three-quart baking dish (I used my Pyrex dish), and coat with cooking spray. Line the dish with the pieces of bread until they cover the bottom. Mix eggs, milk, vanilla, cinnamon and sugar in a separate bowl. Pour egg mixture over the bread. Take the half cup of brown sugar and mix it with boiling water. Once mixed, pour it into the baking dish.
Bake uncovered for 40 to 60 minutes until top starts to brown. (My oven tends to cook hot and fast, so this was done right at 40 minutes. In my old house, I would bet that the gas oven there would have taken the full 60 minutes to cook all the way through.)
I ended up prepping this recipe that night and letting the dish sit overnight in the refrigerator. When I got up in the morning, I popped it in the oven; it was done on that school morning by the time everyone was up, dressed and downstairs for breakfast.
I must say what I ended up with was a breakfast souffle-like casserole that tasted like French toast. It was a little mushier in the middle than I would have liked–my kids have texture issues with food, so anything mushy doesn’t go over well with them. Needless to say, they ate the “outside” of the casserole but left the mushy insides for the dog.
I think if I made this again, I wouldn’t let it sit overnight in the egg mixture, or I might just sprinkle the brown sugar on the top instead of mixing it with the water and adding more liquid to the mix.
I’m so happy to have found a way to use up old bread. And even if the kids don’t like this dish, I would easily make this for my husband and me again in the future.
Do you have creative ways/recipes for using up old bread? If so, I’d love to hear them.
P.S. Happy Halloween!









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