A couple of weeks ago I tried to make home made doughnuts for the first time. I basically burned some oil, had a ’till death’ battle with the batter and by the time I
finished gave up, there was no spot in the kitchen that wasn’t sprinkled in flour.
I had never been so taken down by a recipe before. I followed the instructions perfectly and I knew as soon as the batter was done that there was something horribly wrong. I couldn’t manage the batter well, it wasn’t cooking properly and I had huge issues maintaining the oil temperature. I burned all the doughnuts and they were still raw inside. I tried to fix things, but after a while I lost the bit of patience I have. It was hot, I was frustrated (and hungry) and I just took the batter and threw it in the trash can, along with all the doughnuts.
On the bright side, the kitchen smelled lovely for like, two days.
I pretended that I didn’t care about the doughnut fail, but all I did the next few days was research because I was going to win this, I said I was going to make doughnuts; so help me God.
Today I tried again. I used a different recipe (turns out the other recipe was missing about half a cup of flour, which explains a lot) and did breathing exercises during the process and I made the doughnuts. I wouldn’t eat them, unless it will save someone’s life, but everyone else has eaten them and they survived, so they are eatable. Oh, the icing is yummy. I licked the bowl.
I’m never making them again, but I won.