deep fried heaven

For the little dude's birthday we fired up our deep fryer. It had only been a year since I got the thing at my mom's neighbor's garage sale and finally I was brave enough to go buy a gallon of oil. That's right a gallon. We started with fries, but owing to it being a birthday party with guests and much food to bbq and consume, not many photos were happening of the final product. Oh well, well just fire up this artery plugger another time and take more photos later.......

What better way to do it, than with some tater tots? My dear loving wife thought to herself. She got a recipe out, poured in the gallon of yellow gold and turned on the heat. She got down to work with the two kids alone at home while I was doing my volunteering at the Farmers' Market thingy. I was damn impressed to come home to these. Mmmmm, nothing says lovin' like home made tater tots!

Well, except for maybe some doughnuts. Glazed raised ones to be exact. You see, my dear partner had really been dreaming of these the entire year the fryer was in the cabinet. Correction: dreaming of these for her whole life. But, that is another story entirely. What you need to know dear reader, is that at this point in our frying adventures, the next thing just had to be doughnuts. They were hot and now. Super yummy and delicious. We ate them by the half-dozen apiece.

I asked my wife "maybe you could do a guest post? You've got some pictures of killer fried items and I don't have shit for anything to write about."
She laughs. "When would I have the time?"
A few days later she makes another batch of doughnuts. I kid her about doing the guest post again. She says "If I did, it would start something like this:"

Put milk in pan to scald, start to measure the flour, put fussing baby in chair and slice banana, wash hands and resume measuring, holler out "hold on honey, I'm in the middle of something" then go see what she's hollering about, threaten her with no doughnuts if she doesn't get dressed, take burning and overflowing milk off the stove, read down the recipe again to see where I was, google "bulk yeast equivalent for 1 packet",
get the fussing baby some blueberries, start to measure yeast, pour cereal for big girl who got dressed, wash hands again, finish measuring yeast"... You get the picture.

So, now I'm off to go get some restful sleep before a really long walk tomorrow morning. Perhaps to work on some recent pudge around the love handles, or maybe just work on pulling it together and posting something else in the near future.......