I need to skip three reasonable meals to be able to eat it. All that butter and custard and brioche… But when it is cold outside and rain is drizzling and general laziness of a weekend night reigns over me… Its so simple to make, fills the house with vanilla aroma and gives fuzzy filling of comfort. Weather in Melbourne definitely encourages reach food consumption this winter. Fruit I skipped in hope that kids will look kindly on my effort. Fat chance… E refused even to try. You will end up with fat mum, darling, going on like this.
Doughnuts… I’m not at all favour them ready-made, neither I like to do them. But once in a while when I want something “deep fried and smothered in chocolate” I make my own. Still it’s an opportunistic type of treat. I never bother to do just them.
It started when I had to dispose of some left over dough. Kids were not impressed at all. No wonder, the texture of my “beauties” doesn’t resemble what they got used to think as doughnuts. O, well, more for me, said I. Long gone those times. I have to make twice as much dough nowadays, still they disappear very quickly. Hot and fresh they are hard to resist. Sometime I fry just balls of dough. They come out big, round and with a cavern inside. One way or the other but doughnuts must have a hole
And here is the main dish. One which my doughnuts sprouted from. Yeast dough with some wheat bran(helps the crunch). Mince and onion filling. Rather ordinary, but easily adaptable.