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.