After making pastry cream for years, I found a forgotten box of Jello vanilla pudding in the back of the pantry. It brought up fond memories from my childhood, and so I pulled it out and mixed it up.


My mom used to make this every Thanksgiving for my dad. As a child, I peeled the crusts from store-bought bread, buttered each slice, sprinkled seasonings over top, and then helped tear up the pieces. When Dane and Jessi were little I had them do the same.