Sunday mornings meant pancakes when I was growing up. We made the same pancakes every week from a recipe that was printed in pencil on the inside of an old copy of The Fannie Farmer Cookbook. I made those pancakes so many times that I didn’t need the recipe. I didn’t even measure. I could make pancakes by feel. When I would visit my grandmother in Louisiana, I would always make pancakes for supper at least once. I’m pretty sure it was her favorite supper. She ate them loaded with butter and drowning in cane syrup.
Read MoreWe’ve been discussing waffles around here for five months now and you are probably thinking that the waffle is enjoying the longest 15 minutes of fame ever. If we are going to discuss food items over-staying their welcome, let’s talk about avocado toast. It’s good and all, but do I need to see six pictures a day of a piece of bread with avocado on it? Yes, yes I do spend too much time on the Internet.
Read MoreIt’s May, and I have not purchased a single box of waffles since I began this waffle quest. I’d say that is a pretty successful New Year’s Resolution. Perhaps my most successful resolution ever. Wish I could say the same for exercise.
Read MoreIt may come as a shock to you that I am, in fact, still alive. It may be an even greater shock that I am still using my kitchen for its intended function. I promise to tell you why I’ve gone off the reservation at some point, but for now, I think we should stick to the donuts.
I had a lovely plan this morning to surprise my littles with homemade Mini Strawberry Donuts. Who wouldn’t love to wake up to that? Excellent plan until I realized that the recipe called for “dried strawberry bits”, which after further investigation, I concluded must mean freeze-dried strawberries. You guessed it. I was fresh out of freeze-dried strawberries this morning. Moving on, I decided to try Baked Buttermilk Donuts with Fresh Strawberry Glaze. Fresh out of fresh strawberries too. I also really couldn’t get past the fact that this recipe called for yeast.
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