Pumpkin and Milk Chocolate Bread Pudding
I had asked Todd to pick up some croissants for me when he went into town yesterday, thinking that wasn't something he could mess up. WRONG! Poor Todd . . . he thought he would save some money and buy the ones that were running out of date, so they were stale and not at their best (which is how I wanted them) and after traveling home in his bag, kinda squashed. (Why do men always squash the bread????) I just bit my tongue and didn't say anything and then changed my plans. Poor guy. Whenever I ask him to pick me up something at the store . . . he looks a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. He always, always gets the wrong thing, and he knows it. It's inevitable. I don't complain any more. I just sigh inside and try to smile. I have come to the conclusion that men and woman really are from completely different planets. Whenever I see a man wandering the grocery store aisles with cell phone to the ear, I have a lit...