Our family's traditional holiday dinner is roast beef with all the trimmings served late in the day on a candlelit table, a once-a-year, festive feast.
But, in truth, my favorite meal of the season is breakfast. Everyone is home, no pressing events threaten to interrupt our wintry calm. Plus, there are no expectations around what to serve (i.e., Aunt Ruth's creamed onions). Breakfast is the cook's choice. For me, it's bread pudding, easy to prepare, satisfying and just naughty enough to feel like a treat.
I landed on the idea one harried morning while making French toast. My brother showed up (unannounced), then one of our sons with several friends in tow. I had to stretch breakfast from two servings (just my husband and me) to 10 hungry men.
Instead of trying to sizzle and flip individual slices of drippy bread, I whisked up more batter, tossed in torn hunks of a sandwich loaf, and turned the whole mess into a casserole dish. It baked up to be eggy and sweet. We cut it up in big hunks; some of us doused it with syrup, others piled on jam, and I had more time to hang out and sip coffee.
I've learned that it's best to assemble the dish the night before so the bread has time to soak in all the eggy goodness and the flavors marry.
The pudding bakes up to be light and moist, slightly jiggly in the center, with a deep golden crust. Its cinnamon scent wafts through the house, drawing sleepy heads into the kitchen and setting a comforting tone for the rest of the day.
Plus, having something warm, delicious and ready to go on a busy holiday morning is, for any cook, a gift in itself.
Beth Dooley is the author of "In Winter's Kitchen." Find her at bethdooleyskitchen.com.