On the day we decided to fry doughnuts in the backyard, it was a cold, cold day in Las Vegas. We had to cover the lemon and lime trees to prevent freeze. It is the equivalent of tucking your container trees in at night. Very weird. I had the urge to sing them a lullabye.
(FYI: the famed Indiana Biscuit Cutter has been returned to her homeland.)
"Get the plate!"
"No, the plate with the paper towels on it!"
"Hurry! The doughnuts are burning!"
(Brian was not allowed to make a comment during this period as he was too busy running back and forth between the house and the fryer. He's a good man, I tell you.)