donuts: round 1

My dad had this fun game he liked to play on the way home from church. It went like this: He'd stop at a Casey's gas station and send one of us girls inside with money to buy donuts for the whole family. But before anybody could eat one, aforementioned daughter had to count the change back to him. And I think we all know me and math.

Basically the donuts were stale by the time I got it right. 

It hasn't hindered my love of donuts though. Cake donuts, chocolate donuts, creme-filled long johns: I love them all. 

So for my birthday, rather than making me count nickels and dimes 42 times over, my parents just went ahead and got me a Fry Daddy so I could make my own donuts and not have to put them through the agony of change counting. 

It's like a win-win . . . winwinwinwinwin situation if you ask me. Which you didn't. But I told you anyway. 

It's even better when you can con your farmer into helping! A couple weeks ago, when I was still blanching and freezing spinach at 10:00 at night, he pitched in and helped me so that I wouldn't be filling baggies of wilted greens at 2:00 a.m. And since he did such a good job, I asked for his help with filling the donuts too. 

I made the dough and fried the donuts. He filled them with chocolate filling and glazed them. We were like a regular old assembly line. 

And while they weren't Caseys-good, they weren't bad for a first attempt. Or I should say, when I sent the batch to the dairy, they all got eaten, and that counts for something. 

I can't frost cookies. I'm still semi-scared of yeast and bread making. So maybe donuts will be my thing . . . especially when they're the kind I don't have to count change to eat . . . DAD. 

PS If you're playing along at home, you can can check out the recipe here.