Bread and Pudding

My days seem to be setting into a schedule which is lovely for my organized mind. Today was much of the same, breakfast at 8 followed by exploring for the morning and early afternoon. Caiti and I wandered back to the open air market and purchased some delicious, local bread. Sun-dried tomato ciabatta and tuscano sourdough came back to Caius with us and will serve as lunch for the next few days. Since we only get dinner and breakfast in Hall, we're going to supplement bread with vegetables, cheese, or olive oil each week, making a nice, cost-efficient meal that can be easily repeated. Conservation of funds is essential.

Apart from tasty bread, I had my first history class today (Monarchy, Politics and Power from Henry VIII to Victoria) where after an ice-breaker game and introduction (which included 30min of 'complete the time line of important events') we sped through 400 years in one hour as a "brief overview" to whet our appetites for the class. from The English Reformation to the insanity of George III, my pen hand was aching for relief. The class is going to be fascinating though, and I'm excited to focus in on certain events individually. Also, the fact that tea is directly following class puts a nice finish on a lecture about British history (even though it wasn't common in England until the mid 1600s).

After walking through the courtyard in my first Cambridge rain shower, I was off to dinner in Hall. One item to note for dinner was that dessert this evening was bread and butter pudding. Now I don't mean the pudding that comes from a box and jiggles around in a bowl, I mean real British pudding. It has the consistency of either a half-baked cake or overly-syruped french toast. It was eggy, full of raisins and lightly sugary on its crunchy surface. Topped with a canary yellow custard, the palm-sized dessert was complete. It wasn't my favorite item so far, but I was the only one at my table to even try the dish. But hey, how can you not each British pudding while studying at Cambridge? No well-cultured student would pass up a chance like that.