Strawberry-Banana Bread Pudding


  • 2 cups reduced fat milk
  • 1/4 cup butter
  • 1/3 cup brown sugar (light or dark, depending on taste preference)
  • 3 eggs
  • 3 teaspoons cinnamon
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 3 cups bread, torn into small pieces (french bread works best)
  • bananas and strawberries  to your liking


  1. In medium saucepan, over medium heat, heat milk just until a film forms over top. Combine butter and milk, stirring until butter is melted. Let it cool.
  2.  In a separate medium sized bowl, Combine sugar, eggs, cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla together.  Mix this all together (make sure eggs are beaten) and slowly add milk mixture to make the final batter.
  3. Place bread in a lightly greased 1 1/2 quart casserole.
  4. Pour batter on top of bread.
  5. Bake at 350 degrees F for 35 to 40 minutes or until set.
  6. After it comes out of the oven, pour on the bread pudding sauce that you will make below: 

Bread Pudding Sauce

  • 1 cup whole milk
  • 2 Tbsp. butter
  • 1/3 cup granulated white sugar
  • 1 tsp. vanilla
  • 1 Tbsp. flour
  • dash of salt


  1. Mix everything together and bring to a boil for 3 – 4 minutes, stirring constantly. This mixture should be a little thicker than normal.
  2. Set aside for 5 minutes, then pour on warm bread pudding.

—Once the bread pudding sauce is poured on, sprinkle on bananas adn strawberries (amount is to your liking).

Viola! Serve warm!

Photo taken by James Evans


Soyrizo Samosas


Service Size: 3 samosas each for 3 people

Estimated Time: 1.5 – 2 hours


  • 10-pack (or more) of carb balance wheat flour tortillas
  • soyrizo — (trader joe’s)
  • 1 teaspoon of minced garlic
  • 1 teaspoon of minced serrano chilis
  • 1 can of refried vegetarian beans
  • pepper jack cheese
  • 1/2 thinly sliced onion
  • 2 sliced bellpeppers (any color)
  • 2 tablespoons of all purpose flour
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1 tablespoon of extra virgin olive oil
  • 1/2 teaspoon cumin seeds
  • 1/2 teaspoon of aniseeds (optional)


  1. In a pan, grill the bellpeppers and onions until they are soft. If you desire, add garlic/green chili if you desire.
  2. In a saucepan, heat 1 tablespoon of oil and put in your aniseeds, cumin seeds, green chilis, and garlic. Stir til it’s about even.
  3. Mix beans, soyrizo, and pepper jack cheese into the sauce pan. Stir.
  4. Add the bell peppers and onions into bean-soyrizo mix, stir, and let sit til it boiling. Then set aside.
  5. Now in a bowl, mix the all purpose flour with about a teaspoon of flour and mix until it becomes a glue-like texture. Add flour/water as necessary. Set aside
  6. Cut the flour tortillas in half and warm them on a pan for about 20 seconds each. To make the triangular/cone shape, follow the directions carefully: 1) take the left edge of the half-tortilla and fold it behind the other side to make a long cone. 2) use the “glue” to make the tortilla stick together. 3) fill the cone in with the soyrizo mix — don’t fill it up too much otherwise closing it will be difficult. 4) use the remaining flap at the top to fold over the opening and glue it together. 5) adjust it accordingly to make sure it remains closed.
  7. Once all the samosas are done, take out a deep-fry pan and heat up about three tablespoons of oil.
  8. Once the oil is hot, starting putting the samosas in one by one until they are crispy/brown and take them out.
  9. Let chill and serve!


Morning tea: chai — but too much ginger, cardamom, and not enough cinnamon.

I laid in the middle of an intersection today — just a little past midnight. It was truly an incredible, epically amazing moment. It was one of those moments — you know, one of those.

I probably laid on the road for a little over 20 seconds. Those 20 seconds however allowed me to explore this feeling I have never, ever felt before. It was a rush of a new type of excitement, a completely ambiguous rush of emotion, clarity, and depth, that had overwhelmed me to the point of no return. Have you ever felt that? Ever just couldn’t hold it in? I held it in for sanity’s sake — life knows I was ready to explode. It was such a high. such a high. such a freakin high.

I got up rather quickly — either it was the fear of a car coming or it was because those 20 seconds were enough. Judging the way life has turned out thus far, I believe it was the former. The fear that a car was coming — going to run over my moment — was the impetus for me to get up. It makes me think though that with certain aspects of our lives, we’re in constant fear of what’s to come. We take certain paths that are comfortable, safe – all for a state of inner satisfaction of security. In many instances, I have taken the road so often traveled by, have made no difference, and if Robert Frost were alive, he would have put me to shame. And see, there was no car that came. If I had laid there longer, I would have had a longer moment. If I don’t take the unknown chances that life has to offer because I’m in fear of what will come, I’ll be the only person that is preventing me from having my ‘moment’. And these are the moments, that make up who we are, that make up life.

I’d like to believe a car would have never come. Fear would have been too far from the undergrowth to stop at my present location. Eventually, something would have come. In life, something always comes. But perhaps though, just perhaps, I would have had the moment long enough, would have got up, successfully overcoming the fear or anticipation that something is going to come, and would have been able to contently walk away and begin a new road. This is what Frost means with the road that is not taken. I can only aspire to take the road less traveled by, which will make all the difference in life.

Now taking the latter of why I got up – because the 20 seconds were enough – then maybe I did have the moment long enough and was able to contently walk away and begin a new road. Here’s the thing: Frost was alone in the Road Not Taken:

“and be one traveler, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could”

I will not be so big as to claim that I was alone when I did this. Scores of admiration go to Frost. I wasn’t alone. Fear of the unknown can be magnified in solitude. Of course there are supreme benefits and transcendental epiphanies in solitude, but sometimes, just sometimes, the fear will sustain itself. Maybe the key then is to share. To truly connect. Maybe I did take the road less traveled by – I was indeed with a friend – and the joy of sharing that moment with a friend is not such a common instance in the routine that becomes life. And that, precisely, can make all the damn difference.

It seems like I’m not sure of this unknown — and yes I am not sure. One thing I am sure of though is that just a few more hours on the ground and it would have been a beautiful dawn – lighting up the shore for me. and there is nothing else in the world, I’d rather wake up and see.


Morning tea: Chai – made with green tea leaves, ginger, cardamom, milk, and sugar. Wasn’t like mother’s but attempting to emulate it was comforting.

My journey to school this morning was of the unusual. My mornings are usually just me, my thoughts, and my cup of tea. Accompanied by a friend though, we delved into a conversation regarding the instances of public transportation and the dynamics of interaction of other people that use it, which the interaction between us in general, was a dynamic in itself. I was reminded suddenly of those perspective-changing, life-altering, make-your-day amazing conversations you can have with random people and it brought back memories of high school and “the five people you meet in heaven” – or rather, the five people I can potentially meet in “heaven.” — And it made me think.

I can confidently say that I have up to two/three people and I wonder what the future has in store. If I were old and on my death bed right now, I want the remaining persons to be people that have made me a better person. It can easily swing both ways. What if I become some raving narcissistic killer, a crazy stripper, or a rich bitch?!?! The ideals I have right now, the goals, dreams, and so on – how will they change? If I’m grounded in these then perhaps they won’t. But being “grounded” is constantly changing also because it’s relative beyond measure. Perhaps the simple acknowledgment of this phenomenon will allow me to recognize when a shift in ideals will take place, thus allowing me to stop, reevaluate, hold on, and move forward.


The concept of the “five people” is a concept that helps understand who we have ultimately become. I have to believe that these are the people that direct you in your path of life, that help you get through the cow that blocks your road. It affords you the freedom to believe in the absurd and self-responsibility. Connecting, living, understanding. Moving forward.

Juxtaposing this concept to the theory of the individual-portrait of life, the people we meet will make up our portrait. They will give us the tools to help add the color, the contrast, the lines, and so on to our individual self-portrait. Oscar Wilde may not agree so much since he believes that life imitates art and although to a certain extent it does, our whole self in the end however, is essentially the art of our life.

Alas, the thoughts of this morning’s conversation has come to a close. Perhaps the conversation will add some contrast to my developing portrait. Success.

Serendipity — the happenings regarding fortunate discoveries (or epiphanies or conversations like this mornings) …by chance!

The art of life through Serendipity.

Here’s to an endless number of great mornings.