Bread Pudding (or How I'm Becoming a Domestic Goddess)

Last night, after grilling a nice London Broil and making Crash Hot Potatoes to go with it (thank you, Christy, for pointing me to that recipe!  Yum!), I was faced with the clear plastic container on the counter, which contained three apple cider donuts, sadly left adrift because they were no longer fresh.   Normally, I would have thrown them away.  But with groceries costing me an arm and a leg these days, I wanted to do something with them.  Enter my friend Kelly (remember Crazy Town?) and her recipe for bread pudding.  I broke up those donuts, added a week-old sandwich roll, and got down to business.  I scalded my milk, butter, and sugar, whisked together my eggs, salt, and vanilla, mixed it all together, poured it over the old stuff, sprinkled it with cinnamon, threw it in the oven and a half hour later, voila!  Dessert!  Breakfast!  Snack!   Both Kathleen and BF looked at it with crunched up noses and wouldn't even try it.  I guess it's ALL MINE then, eh?  Brats.  Both of 'em.  Not just my kid.
Speaking of brats, would you just look at Tess?  Is she not the cutest EVER with her little paws up over her eyes?  I like that she's perched on a box labeled "Fragile", too.  I brought some more boxes in from the garage....kitchen stuff, I hope.  I'm missing all sorts of casserole dishes and other bakeware.  I'm sure it's in these boxes somewhere.  Now I just need to unpack them!