Ryder's Doughnuts

I brought homemade doughnuts in to work this morning. One batch makes a lot.

See, ever since I took my Dad's Fry Daddy from his house when he sold it, Ryder and I have had Fun With Hot Grease.We've made fritters and funnel cakes a few times each. (Once he got good at funnel cakes, he made some for his friends who were completely unimpressed. So now he doesn't fry for friends anymore.)

For the longest time, he and I have been wanting to make raised doughnuts. His main obsession lately has turned from Panda Express to Tim Horton's. He loves how their doughnut holes come in their own little paper carton. (Frankly, so do I.) So he really, really wanted to make doughnut holes.

He had the day off from school, so I told him to start the dough around 4pm so we could have doughnut holes for dessert. Geord was home with a cold. The recipe said "2 packages yeast." So he asked Geord, "Are these 2 packages of yeast?" And Geord, perhaps in the delirium of a fever, said yes. The problem was, what Ryder was holding were two JARS of yeast.

They got past that snafu. Then Ryder learned what happens when you turn on the mixer with the spatula still in the bowl. When I cleaned up after dinner, I got to the mixer and said, "Oh, Ryder." And he said, "You should have seen it BEFORE I cleaned it up!" M.