Cornbread Bread Pudding with Blueberries

Corn bread bread pudding is comfort food. I mean who doesn’t love cornbread?

I love cornbread bread pudding. I love cornbread.  Manservant loves cornbread.

All is well in the world. You know that, right? Except when one has leftover cornbread, which happens quite often with just two in the house.

Never one to leave anything go to waste I experimented with corn bread bread pudding.

No, I am not the first, after searching Google on what I thought was an original idea.

Well, it is a brilliant idea, but I guess I wasn’t the first to arrive at this conclusion.

In any case, corn bread and blueberries are a perfect combo of flavors.

Cornbread is actually a quick bread with Native American origins. It is usually leavened with baking powder.

Baking powder gives this heavy corn meal some lift. (Think powder equals puff. Baking soda equals spread.)

With the colder weather I am finding the need to make more chili. Manservant loves chili.

And when he has chili he wants cornbread. It’s so easy to make, that I never buy a mix.

Yes, I do make the recipe on the back of the container. Often I increase the sugar to about 4 tablespoons but that is up to you.

A dash of vanilla extract is great if you are using your cornbread for dessert and even if you aren’t.

Don’t forget some honey butter with your cornbread. Or just honey and butter will do.

And if you want a new taste sensation, top your honey butter with smoked salt. It makes cornbread amazing.

So, what to do with leftover cornbread? Yes, cornbread makes great croutons.

I use them in this macho salad which I just adore. I think the cornbread croutons are a big part of this!

Cornbread crumbs are also great as breading on anything you would use cornmeal for.

But my favorite way to use cornbread is in this bread pudding.

Blueberries and cornmeal are a match made in heaven, but I have no doubt that cherries would taste great, too.

And of course the Jack Daniels peach topping is perfect for taking this cornbread bread pudding  over the top.

This was a big hit with the in laws and Manservant.  I know you will like it, too.

Below is an updated post from 2013. This is also where Manservant got his name!

After 18 days of non stop company, my head is full. Bursting, actually. And if you could call my daughter company, well yes it is a stretch, but when you get used to someone not being home for awhile, it gets tiring squeezing everything in.

I’d have her move back in a nanosecond. I miss her and I hate the quiet in my house. A lot. Well, most of the time. Okay… It is good to have a break.

Thinking of this made me realize that this is the first year my husband and I have been together full time, for about 6 years. Maybe more.

He travels waaaay too much. And being away for that long makes marriage tough.

It also makes it tough when you finally do get back together; which is why he is now my man servant. He named himself this. He said he is finally here to serve!

So, no, he is no longer rabbit catcher; though he was quite good at it.

He is now Manservant. I told him I could use about 10 man servants. He said he could too. Feel free to apply.

When I last wrote, I was cooking nonstop for my in laws. They left the day after Zoe got home and since Zoe was here I’ve hardly cooked at all.

No, we aren’t going out to eat much, but we had a lot of leftovers. I gave her the requisite steak dinner after she and Manservant watched CU beat CSU, which I’m told just shouldn’t have happened.

We ate lots of nachos loaded with pulled pork when family friends came over on Labor Day to happy hour with us.

Then Zoe made peach margaritas with basil that I should have snapped a picture of and also slurped my favorite shrimp ceviche. Alas, there were none left.

We celebrated the Jewish New Year with pasta and burrata.

It wasn’t planned that way, but sometimes things don’t work out the way they are planned. Rosh Hashanah was spent in the mountains at our Temple’s summer camp.

There with good friends and about 100 other people, in our jeans, outside under the trees, with the sounds of the stream rushing in the background, we prayed.

We believe we are the world’s highest active congregation at over 9,000 feet elevation. No one has heard otherwise.

(And yes, we have heard the other joke.) Later we had roast chicken and chicken soup with to die for kreplach, at a friend’s house.

After that it was time to watch the Broncos trounce the Ravens and finish off the Momufuku Milk Bar birthday cake I made Zoe. (More on that in another post.)

Friday we had dinner at a new restaurant, the Populist. It was fun, but all three of us were pretty tired from a full week of communing with each other and kicking off the Jewish new year.

My expectations were that I would still write while Zoe was home, but my brain was somewhere else.

Words failed me as I was nourished just spending time with her.

Now I am looking through food photos and family photos and trying to see where to begin again.

Kind of fitting since that’s what the Jewish New Year is all about. New beginnings. Wiping the slate clean. Fresh starts.

Last year was a tough one. This year will be good. I feel it deep in my bones.

These bones are so, so ready to jump for joy. I just hope my man servant can catch.

Now please make some cornbread and save some for leftovers.

This cornbread bread pudding is amazing!

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