Good Evening Friends!
I hope you all are having a lovely evening and sliding into the new year with a smile on your face. Tonight I wanted to share with you how I’m literally laughing my way into the new year. It would have been so easy to get angry at the mess I made in the kitchen. But instead I chose to laugh. I laughed at my mistake. I laughed at the absurdity of it all. I laughed at how one teensy little detail made a HUGE kerfuffle of a mess. Are you ready for a funny story time? Then, let’s dive in.
Today my kiddo wanted me to cook something special for New Year’s. “Okay” I said, prepared to flex my culinary muscles. After poking around recipes, we decided to make homemade vanilla custard donuts. My daughter pumped an excited fist in the air. “You’ve TOTALLY got this, Mom!” she said to me. I felt like my own celebrity chef in my galley of a kitchen.
Now the original recipe was in Japanese, so I first had to sit there and convert everything to the Imperial system. (Dear America, It’s 2020. Please use the metric system. Thank you). Then, I pulled out my pot to begin making the custard. If I’m being completely honest, while I wanted to get some “perfect” pictures for you all… I was a nervous wreck! I had to stir it… but not too much! Heat it… but not too hot or else the eggs would cook! My brain began to panic as I had flashbacks of making hollandaise sauce. I followed the recipe, but the darn custard just wouldn’t thicken!
“Forget this” I said aloud, “we’re doing this Southern style”. I poured the liquid back into the pot and did everything I knew to make a quick gravy. And you know what? It worked! “Ha!” I said feeling confident, “now for the donuts”. Perhaps it was in my confidence that I forgot one teensy… tiny… little… step.
I fried the donuts. I dipped them in sugar. I poked a hole in each with a chopstick and made a delicate pocket. I poured my custard in the piping bag and then….
I forgot to put the seal on the piping tip!
Custard went gushing EVERYWHERE! “Oh no!” I yelped, unable to stop the growing mess. I held it over a cup whilst trying to jam it in each donut to fill them. Some… it worked. Others… it looked like I smeared custard all over the donut itself. My hands were coated in sugar and pudding. Finally the piping bag ran out like a sad, limp sack. I stared down at the disastrous mess.
And then I laughed.
Oh how I laughed so hard! I belly laughed right there in the kitchen! My husband began to get the giggles. Then my daughter doubled over in laughter. We each ate a bite of ooey, gooey, but delicious-tasting donuts. They were sooo messy, but the taste was there and the job got done. I smirked at my daughter. “Don’t forget to laugh at yourself sometimes” I said to her and she gave me a messy smile.
May we all move into the new year with laughter and love in our hearts. Have a great night everyone!