So I made donut holes for breakfast this morning. Don’t they look great?
Ummmm….they weren’t. They were vile.
Drew (after one bite): “Mom, what’s the cream stuff on the inside? It tastes funny.”
Cream stuff? There was no cream stuff. I hadn’t cooked them enough. It was gooey dough. A dozen and a half of these things ended up in the trash. I’d undercooked half and burned the other half.
Needless to say, the house did not have the smell of homemade goodness that I was going for.
But it was 70+ degrees and beautiful outside. So I went for a quick hike while the kids played tennis. I quickly recovered from my epic fail in the kitchen.
Maybe because I’ve still got Wonderland on the brain, but these little spiky things looked like strange little landscapes to me.
hey there, friends 
Well the donuts LOOKED wonderful! That's something. 🙂
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And I was really starting to feel good about being in the kitchen. 😦
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