Who wants a recipe?

And so we have a new President-elect. This calls for donuts. (celebrate or commiserate. whichever.)

One thing I never told you: these donuts are actually called SPUDnuts. As in potato-nuts. Because you have to put potatoes in them. And they are really good. Don't know why I withheld that little piece of info from you. Probably because I didn't want to have to explain (kinda like a politician there) what a spudnut is. So much easier to just say that my mom makes the best donuts. But, spudnuts are the same- only better- than your regular, run-of-the-mill donut.

And now, without further ado, I give you my mom's famous spudnut recipe:

SPUDNUTS

3 cups warm milk (not too hot or it will kill your yeast)
1 cup sugar
3/4 cup shortening
2 scant Tablespoons salt
1 1/2 cup mashed potatoes (can be instant- but real is better---use your Thanksgiving leftovers)
1 tsp. lemon extract
1 tsp. nutmeg
4 eggs
3 Tablespoons dry yeast
10 cups flour

Combine dry ingredients and cut in shortening. In a separate bowl beat eggs. Form a well and pour in wet ingredients. Mix together. Let raise twice. (actually, once is fine)

Roll out to 1/4 inch thick. Cut donuts and let rise until they double in size.

Deep fry in hot oil until golden brown.


Glaze:
1/4 cup milk
2 cups powdered sugar
1 tsp. vanilla
(add cocoa if you want a chocolate glaze)

Mix together and dip donut completely in glaze and let excess drip off.





That's it. No big secret. And so you have election time/ Halloween spudnuts. Go forth, change the world with your spudnuts. But, here is a little secret: if you want to save the world, you have to save the cheerleader.

oh, and Sunday is my birthday

Time to make the donuts...

I believe you have heard me talk about the donuts my mom makes every Halloween. They are heaven on earth. Actually, they are the Celestial Kingdom on earth. (the highest degree of the Celestial Kingdom) This year I begged her to make them a week early so that some of us who couldn't make it on Halloween wouldn't miss out. She consented and made the donuts last Sunday- as in one week before Halloween.

Well, guess what? Our Stake President called a spur-of-the-moment fireside and requested that everyone in the stake attend. On Donut Sunday. We were faced with just about the toughest decision of our married lives. If we attended the fireside it would mean forfeiture of donuts.


We ended up missing out on the donuts. It was tragical. We were all sad. It would be another year before we would taste of pure donut sweetness.


Yesterday, after an awesome all-Arizona satellite broadcast Stake Conference, we headed over the dried up Salt River and through the woods to Grandmother's house. When we arrived mom and I chatted in the kitchen for a bit. And then, she asked if we wanted donuts. She was prepared to make more donuts! She was! and she did!





Of course everyone who can, gathers at my parents house on Sunday evenings. And last night was no different. As each family arrived, they were let in on the little donut secret. And there was excitement. And there was feasting. And there were little sticky fingers. And there were props to me and my little fam for missing last week so that the pure donut sweetness could be repeated a second week in a row.

Thanks, Mom! You are truly a mother who knows!