Jam Donut Pudding Recipe: Easy Bread & Butter Pudding

Miss America's Jam Donut Pudding

An Original Recipe by Not Quite Nigella

• 10-12 donuts (cinnamon, jam whatever you fancy although ones with icing may not be ideal)

• 200grams/7ozs strawberry jam

• Butter to grease a large baking dish (I used a 30cms long oval baking dish)

• 400ml/14.1ozs cream

• 400ml/14.1ozs milk

• 1 cup sugar

• 4 eggs

• 1 tablespoon vanilla extract

• 75grams butter, melted

• Icing sugar to dust

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Step 1 - Preheapt oven to 175C/350F. Butter a baking dish. Slice donuts in half horizontally and very _generously _slather each half with strawberry jam. Repeat with the other donut halves and sandwich together and place in the baking dish as pictured. If there are gaps between the donuts cut up one donut into smaller pieces and wedge between the larger, whole donuts.

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Step 2 - In a large jug, measure the milk and cream and then add the sugar, vanilla and eggs and whisk together until incorporated. Add melted butter and whisk then pour over the donuts. Then drop some drops of jam into the eggy milk mixture. You know you want to.

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Step 3 - Bake in the oven for 1 hour until risen and donuts are browned (it will puff up when the custard is cooked through). Spoon extra jam into the holes and dust with icing sugar. Serve with ice cream. Yes that's right, ice cream. You've come this far with the donuts so you may as well. Diet Coke optional.

Personal note

One of the biggest complaints when I was a child was not being listened to. My parents, at their peril, ignored me on several choice occasions (children were meant to be seen and not heard). Let me tell you of one such story where they should have listened to me. We were on holiday and travelling in Taiwan and our tour bus had spent hours circling this mountain and it had finally reached the top. I was full of Toblerone and food and when we sat down at the dining table along with the rest of the tour group my stomach was still swirling around continuing to do the countless loops around the mountain. I grabbed my mother's arm and implored "I feel sick". She ignored me and kept chatting to the woman on her right. Frantically I looked around for a bathroom and it was only seconds later that I threw up all over the dining table in front of the thirteen other diners at the table. As I said, ignore me at your own peril.

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Another less dramatic instance involved donuts.