I totally cheated! I’m not even going to pretend about it… I cheated on mother’s day breakfast and it was rad. I was sitting in my office yesterday wondering what to make my mama for breakfast this morning. I really wanted to make her donuts, but if you check out my post on that, you’ll realize what a crazy undertaking it is. It was then that somewhere in the damp, dark caverns of my long term memory, something popped into my head. A donut miracle!
My first job was at this fancy little grocery store in the suburbs of Santa Cruz. Well, more specifically, the Peets Coffee bar inside that fancy little market. This market had a deli. And the people who worked in the deli sometimes got bored and used their minimal cooking equipment to make little snacks. Mmm deep fried avocados… I swear this story has a point. One day, a boy from the deli came over to my coffee bar with a gift. Fresh donuts! How was this possible!!?? They were tasty, fluffy even! So cinnamon and sugary, I couldn’t figure it out. Of course, since I was 16 and (dare I say…) a tad, uh, ditzy at the time, that deli boy found it so funny to refuse to honestly answer my queries as to his method of creation. Disbelieving (well, not completely… I was/am pretty gullible) his tales of complex yeasty dough making and whatever other nonsense he flung at me, I had to get crafty. Soon after that day, I asked this boy from the deli to make donuts again. He agreed! I strategically took my lunch break and spied on him as he gathered ingredients from the store. And guess what… his tales of complex dough making WERE false! The secret to the deli donuts was Butter Tastin’ Biscuits. I confronted the blue-aproned, donut-making deli boy, and now that the Butter Tastin’ secret was out he was willing to share his technique.