I miss my kitchen. I know, call me crazy, but I do. In the midst of this new adventure I’ve lost my time with my beloved kitchen. It’s a material thing but still, I long for it on days when I just want to be comfortable in my own skin and conquer something successfully. (Don’t get me wrong, I mess up recipes all the time, it’s the journey that I enjoy as well as the end result!)
For a year or so I’ve wanted to make The Pioneer Woman’s homemade donuts. But the recipe was intimidating due to the fact that it spanned over two days! I decided I’d jump right in this weekend! You can find the recipe by clicking this link.
Saturday morning I awoke feeling domestic, ok not super domestic but my house really needed cleaned since I’m holding an appointment here this week! I started cleaning, and pulled out the cookbook mid morning! I should have pulled the cookbook out first thing!
The dough has to rise in the refrigerator for 8-12 hours. My plan was to get up early on Sunday morning at 6:00 am and set the dough out to rise for an 1 1/2 hours in hopes to have them made to take to Sunday school class. That didn’t occur. Why you wonder, well I forgot to set my alarm. Also the recipe calls for the cut out donuts to rise for another 1 1/2 hours. They wouldn’t have been ready in time for Sunday school.
As soon as I arrived home from church, I took the very lovely dough and rolled it out! It really was a nice texture and rolled out quite nicely! Then I fired up the gas fireplace so they would rise nicely! Our house retains the cooler temperatures and I didn’t want them to fail now!
I think the reason I wanted to try this recipe so much isn’t because I love donuts a great deal, but because it took me back to my childhood. I recall when I was about 7 making homemade donuts with my Mother and sister Elizabeth. I fried the donuts in the exact same cast iron skillet that we did on that day so many years ago. Just alittle history with our 4 cups of fat to fry them in for good measure! 🙂
Once we finished frying them, we smothered in them in glaze. I must admit they were pretty tasty and they allowed me to bond with my old friend the kitchen once again. Now I need go, because I hear a donut calling my name!