My grandpa and Mexican bread pudding

I loved my grandfather very much and lost him when I was young.
He taught me how to draw, and I remember his wonderful smile. Although he had to make his living working in a steel mill, he wrote plays. My mom said I must have taken after him, which is a great compliment.
What I also remember about going to my grandparents house was Mexican bread pudding, which they served to us. I loved it then and now, and still make it for my family.
The dish is more than my culture, but a special memory of my grandfather.
You’ll find the recipe on my recipe page.

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