|E loved the doughnuts. She was my glaze-r, my taster and my model. What a gal!|
The annual Clawson Labor Day Festivus is complete. It is over and done with and a grand time was had by all. 53 Clawson’s total. All in my house. My running girls think I’m a little crazy, and I think my Mother-in-Law thought the same this year, but we did have a grand time. James was proud of me too. I did not lock myself in my bedroom this year. In years past I will admit to locking my bedroom door and laying on my bed reading some book while I let the house go to pot. It keeps me sane sometimes. Sunday night is the treat night for our Festivus. In years past we’ve had pie nights, and scones, but this year I wanted to try doughnuts.
Never done this before. Always wanted to, but I’ve always been a little intimidated by the recipe. There are more than a few woman in Paradise/Avon who make the most scrum-diddly-umptious doughnuts on the planet. Every once in a while I become a recipient of these fried beauties. My neighbor Dawna makes them a lot. I got this recipe from her. The “Dawna Up” part of the doughnuts comes from another friend.
One day this friend of mine was complaining about doing some farm chore. Her husband keeps steers, and piggies, and horses………….., but Erin is not a country girl. I don’t blame her. I’m not either in that sense of the word. I like my barn. I like having lots of horses in it, but not the kind you have to feed. The kind in my cars engine. I usually don’t get bucked off these kind. So again, Erin was complaining. Her husband looked at her and said, “Oh Erin! Why don’t you Dawna Up.” You know how cowboys “Cowboy up” well in Paradise all women are held to Dawna’s standard, and we have to Dawna Up!
Dawna was born 200 years too late. She does everything. Canning, bees, cows, hay, a yearly horse ride from her home to her parents home in Wyoming without the help of a road. Just across the hills—a straight line from point A to point B. She’s amazing! And all of her kids are amazing, and her husband builds the prettiest barns! (He built mine.) So Dawna is the standard that we all want to be like some day. And don’t get me wrong. She’s not the kind of gal you’d despise secretly because she’s so perfect. You’d love her guts—–she’s that kind of gal. So here’s her doughnut recipe. It’s lovely, and it makes a ton. You’ll need a crowd or you’ll just eat them all. I can’t wait to have another party so I can make them again.