Donuts

One of my little guys had a rough day today so when he asked, "Mommy, can we please make donuts?" I said okay, even though I really didn't feel like making the mess.  My boys are really into Curious George. They've made gnocchi, led us on a search for the perfect cannoli (the ones we found weren't very good, may have to try again), played hockey with ice cubes, built cantilevers, shoved things down my toilet to check how the plumbing works, sprouted seeds, measured the bones in their bodies, and tried to "ski" through my front room on a pair of metal picture hangers all because of something they've seen George do. So today Blake wanted donuts like the ones in the shop near George's house in the city.

This summer we've also been reading Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder.  We've read it before and I had promised the boys that this time we would make donuts when we read about the ones Almonzo's mother made.  So I'm counting our adventure tonight, even though we did make them in the "new fangled" way, with holes in the middle.  Almonzo's mother always made them twisted so they would flip themselves over by themselves.  I tried her way once.  Didn't really work for me.

We also blared their favorite Celtic drumming music (though their usual dancing was not allowed next to the hot oil) so I'm going to count this as an educational and cultural experience, not an excuse to make junk food because you've had a bad day. BTW, I got the recipe here.  I used this recipe because they were super quick and they didn't make a million donuts (I don't want to be eating these things for the rest of the week.)