It’s Fall time in Southern California, although you can hardly tell by the weather. No, you will have to look at the slight change in fashion. And by slight, I mean the sudden appearance of beanies on men in tank tops on 80-degree days and scarves on women suffering from the same heat.
It’s a strange phenomenon. I don’t get it. Just like I don’t get young girls in short shorts, tank tops and flip flops in the dead of winter. Of course the dead of winter here is 60-some-degrees—yeah, so I’m wimpy when the temperature dips. I know, I sound old, and according to my little guy–I am.
This past weekend my six-year-old told me, “Mom, you’re too old. I’ll ask dad.” Ahh-hem, is right. I didn’t correct him that his dad is five years ahead of me. Nope, I walked my youthful self over to him, kissed him and told him “Yes, he’ll probably know”.
Then with a slight heaviness in my step, I headed into the kitchen to whip up these cinnamon roll bread pudding trifles. Because the truth is, like it or not, your kid telling you you’re old, kinda sucks in the way that it tells you he’s growing up.
Hit the jump here for the recipe.
Lastly, and as always, if I can please ask you guys–if you are going to pin any of the images please do so from Better Homes and Gardens and not here, since the recipes reside over there. Thanks!