Continuing the theme

of dessert for breakfast, this bread pudding just blows my mind. I've been saving bread scraps for months with it in mind. I feel like saying something intelligent and cynical about how the consummation of desire rarely satisfies, or satisfies one's imaginings exactly, but I am too happy right now (although also plotting to make it prochainement* with fresh ginger and pumpkin.)

* Sometimes a non-English word is just the best one, and I love that this one - next, but really more like nextly - is kind of quotidian and serviceable, not fancy at all.