It's every bit as sinfully delicious as you're imagining.
By some fantastic turn of events, I ended up with two extra bags of homemade apple cider donuts after taking my class on a field trip to the apple orchard last week. It was a gorgeous day, and the donuts were still warm when we bit into them. They just screamed fall.
I could have eaten several of them. But I knew that really, rationally, I couldn't (shouldn't) eat all the donuts by myself.
I baked this bread pudding with a three-year-old with incredible self restraint. Her job was to help me crumble the donuts into pieces and spread them out on a pan.
She asked if she could try one right at the beginning, and I said, "Of course! Dig in."
Trouble was, I expected her to continue crumbling donuts and spreading them out without any additional snacking.
And boy, was she persistent.
After every few donut pieces made their way into the pan, I'd hear her little voice.
"Katie, can I try one?"
"Just one little bite?"
"Just a tiny little piece?"
"Now can I try one?"
"Now?"
Remarkably, all the rest of the donut pieces made their way into the pan, which we appreciated because this bread pudding was a real treat. It's got just the right amount of sweetness, and the apple flavor permeates the entire dish. With just a dollop of barely sweetened whipped cream, we ate ourselves silly.
