baked glazed doughnuts~ the next best thing to deep fried
I have been wanting a doughnut pan for a year and a half. It was one of those things on my list, but I never got around to buying. Fortunately, I have a hubby that reads my amazon and ebay wish lists…..so I ended up with a mini doughnut pan- yay for portion control!
I decided to share a little story with y’all over the doughnuts…because the day I made these was an interesting one. A cop showed up at my house at 5:45 am… hubs and I were up, and waiting for his ride to show up- and this police officer showed up; with his big ol’ spotlight smack dab on our mailbox numbers. He was there for a reason. He had an address.
I start to round up the dogs to put them in the garage… and I’m starting to kind of freak out. Did someone die? Was there an accident? Did he know about my plans to harbor chickens in my backyard?
My husband is all calm… maybe it’s because I have seen too many bad cop movies.. I’m thinking the worst.
It turned out, my husbands rear end bumper was blocking 1/4 of the sidewalk. And, Mr Policeman was there to issue a warning before he issues a ticket.
So, my hubby is dropping f-bombs… fairly certain which person said this, and I’m tying to hush him. I don’t know… maybe there is some other weird law that you can’t drop an f-bomb with someones name. (I’m still in my dirty cop thought pattern) I didn’t want to see my hubby go off to jail for explicit language.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I actually like cops. They get the bad guys. But, I get nervous regardless when they show up for no reason.
My hubby left work a few minutes later and saw a particular person speaking with the cop. The cop pulled away and the person” somehow ” knew the hubs used some descriptive terms in regards to him, and he swore “It wasn’t me that called!”
Now… I could go into detail with “people” in my neighborhood and different traits they have. But, honestly… that’s wrong. We all have our issues and quirks… I’m known to yell on occasion. Especially if there’s a full moon coming.
We all have our “issues”. I just with people could deal with problems without involving unnecessary enforcement. Honestly,we have a serial rapist in our area that has struck his victims between the hours of 5am-6am. Isn’t there a postcard they can mail out for this? Shouldn’t that bright light be shining somewhere else?!
Just my opinion.
I have had some issues with the spelling. Donut… Doughnut. Spellcheck prefers the first one.
|baked glazed doughnuts||
- 1 1/2 cups flour
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 2 tsp baking powder
- 1/4 tsp salt
- 1 egg
- 1/2 cup milk
- 1/4 cup melted butter
- 1 tsp vanilla
- In a bowl, mix flour,sugar, baking powder, salt
- In another bowl, mix the milk, egg, butter and vanilla
- Combine the two mixtures together until moistened.
- Spoon into mini muffin tin or doughnut pan.
- Bake at 350 for 8-12 minutes.
- For glaze:
- Mix together 1/4 cup melted butter with 2 cups powdered sugar, add enough milk to thin, and dip each cooled doughnut or muffin into it.
Turns out, I was thinking of going blonde again… I was blonde twice in my life: age 0-9 and age 15-17. Hubby was like, no I don’t like blondes. So… we were chatting about hair (gotta LOVE a dude that with talk hair with you) and several people he doesn’t consider blonde: Heather Locklear, Victoria Beckham, and Meg Ryan. Hmmmm… they were all blonde in my book. Maybe he’s hair-colorblind? So.. this opened up a few new outlets for me. Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!