Doughnut Day 2010

I think Doughnut Day is best described in pictures. Here goes...

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.

Brr...we're cold under here!

 But the weather did not deter us. We pressed on, determined to fry our biscuit dough. I made sure we were well-prepared.

Our arsenal of utensils and shaking delights

Thankfully, I had a very helpful little friend who helped me stay on course as I made the doughnuts.


(FYI: the famed Indiana Biscuit Cutter has been returned to her homeland.)

Doughnut/Packer Bear

Once the oil was hot enough, it was showtime.

Note the very stylish hotpads from Anthropologie

Man, did these puppies cook fast.

Golden fried goodness

It's always fun to test your marriage vows around hot oil and rapidly cooking dough.

"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.)

The delicate art of removing doughnuts from the fryer

And if you are lucky (as we were), you will be rewarded with a piping hot plate of delicious, fresh, sugar-coated yumminess.

Mmmm....

Which is quickly followed by...

this.