Recently my 11 year old granddaughter developed a serious interest in cooking, and has been assiduously learning how to cook. One of the things she has taught herself to make is Beignets. She had set aside some for me from her first batch, but her parents and sister ate them all up, over her protests. She and I agreed that my portion from her next batch would be protected at all costs.
True to her word last Saturday night she got her Dad to rush her over here to my home with a fresh batch.
She literally ran up the stairs with them, although that was partly because she couldn't wait to pass them to me so she could get to my iPad.
Weren't they delicious!
She had made some with bananas, some with blueberries and some were rolled in confectioner's sugar. The ones that survived my first gorging have been eaten with a steaming cup of tea the last several rainy afternoons.
