Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Friday, July 6, 2018


My son's favorite in years past, a simple recipe with homemade custard
with a big family, this would be doubled

Banana Pudding


The first layer,  vanilla wafers, bananas in a greased medium casserole
when the custard is done continue 2 more layers of wafers and bananas, usually use a
total of 3 sliced bananas

Custard cook in a double boiler, stirring constantly until slightly thick

2 cups of milk
add 3 beaten egg yokes when milk is slightly warm (save egg whites for meringue)
1/2 cup of flour
1/4 tsp salt
1 cup of sugar and'1 tsp vanilla (next time I will use less sugar, seemed too sweet for this one
when all is done
add 1 tsp vanilla
1/2 tsp of butter


beat 3 egg whites (room temperature eggs do great)
 ( I use my 50-year-old copper bowl
add 1tsp vanilla and 1 tsp of sugar
continue beating \\
until soft  high and peaks form
cover banana pudding

place in oven 350 degrees until golden brown


This recipe from a friend who would visit my neighbor, her father several times a year.
I would be invited to dinner
Salmon Croquet's, mashed potatoes, black-eyed peas, cornbread, sweet tea
and the banana pudding

Miss those times
and Carol......


Tabor said...

Now I am hungry and my morning bowl of cereal seems way too boring.

Sallysmom said...

Looks wonderful and scrumptious.

Joared said...

Hope you’re able to have some relief from steady pain — hard to maintain positive outlook with that - very wearing. Glad you could enjoy family visit and what a lovely gift. This looks like a delicious desert you’ve pictured here. I couldn’t help thinking as you described the banana delight how, when we’ve lived so long, that just about anything we think about or do likely triggers some memory of another time, place, event or person.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Joared, how true regarding our memories...