Newfoundlanders, like everyone else, like something sweet to follow up a meal. While in my time, store bought things were available, not so many years before, access to store bought sweets, or packaged items was a rarity. As necessity is the mother of invention, scarcity is the mother of improvisation, and people found ways to make do.
A favorite treat growing up was bread custard, or bread pudding. If there’s a a difference I don’t know what it is, I grew up using the terms interchangeably. But its essentially bread crumbs, milk, eggs and sugar I believe mixed together and baked in the oven. Served with a home made brown sugar sauce, or blueberry sauce, it was a yummy end to a traditional Newfoundland meal.
If anyone has pictures or a recipe or both, let me know, I’ll add to this post!
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
- Up, Down, Out, Over the roadIt may be prevalent elsewhere, but one thing Newfoundlander’s know is that distance isn’t measured in miles or kilometers, its measured in time. How far to St. John’s? 2 hours. Gander? Hour and a half. If you don’t do it in those times, then you’re obviously driving too slow. One other thing …
- Tall are the tales Fishermen tell…Just a short post today called to mind by how freaking cold it is! Fisherman of all sorts are known to spin a yarn or two, and those back home are no exception. While it wasn’t poetic like “Smokeroom on the Kyle” I remember a yarn from years back …
- Cabins in the WoodsAs adults we all know the lure of the cabin in the woods, to be able to relax, no electricity, no phones, nothing but birds and relaxation. But as boys we too seemed to have a fascination with cabins, or at least we did back home. I can’t even begin …
A little About Me
Some views of Halifax, and an Intro from Me