Mrs Marys

 Nearer to Mrs Mary

Since I sat in the wooden high chair Emory Rudd made for me so I could sit at the table and eat Mrs Mary’s bread pudding, I’ve gone through life unable to find anyone who made it like hers. Nevertheless, I gave Melanie the recipe for it from the old Sopchoppy cookbook that Lottie Roddenberry, who lived up the street from the Rudds, and was my first Sunday School teacher used. It had to be close since it was so near the source. 

I asked Melanie to maybe add an extra egg since we lost Loretta, the other chickens eggs are much smaller.

It was close. This is the last piece.

I look forward to the next batch.