This morning I wanted to make something special and sweet for the kids.
They argued about what it should be. There were tears of frustration.
Juliet wanted donuts. Nathaniel wanted mini muffins.
We settled for mini donuts, with the requirement that they have some sort of icing or glaze. Deal.
Into a bowl went the dry ingredients. All purpose flour, I settled for, but I couldn’t do white sugar, and used cane sugar instead.
To that I added baking powder and salt, then cinnamon. The recipe called for a quarter teaspoon, but I did a half. A quarter teaspoon of cinnamon seems ineffective, at best.
Nathaniel is now my official nutmeg-grater, every time I bake he asks if there’s nutmeg and then does all the grating for me. He’s an awfully nice guy.
I added the nutmeg, then whisked it all together.
After that it was Juliet’s turn. She was in charge of the egg.
That went into a separate bowl, along with milk, vanilla (somewhere between 1/2 and a whole teaspoon), and a teaspoon of canola oil.
I whisked vigorously.
I added the dry ingredients to the wet.
And I stirred until incorporated.
Before I fired up the donut maker, which makes everything rushed, I made the glaze. The recipe said to use almond extract, which I really don’t like and don’t own, so I used vanilla instead. I added a little more water than suggested to get the right texture. I whisked, and pulled out some blue sprinkles to go with it.
Then, I knocked over the sprinkles. They went all over the counter, onto the floor, and into the glaze.
I decided that was okay.
In went the batter.
Out came the donuts.
Some ended up with a few sprinkles, some were absolutely covered in them.
The glaze was really nice, though, and so were the donuts. The kids had long stopped fighting at this point, and united in their love of tiny vanilla donuts with sprinkles, for breakfast.
And that is what I wanted.
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