For the love of all that is good and holy, please, please, please let's not make mention of things like Krispy Kreme for the remaining 27 weeks of my pregnancy, okay? Fellow blogger, excellent photographer, mommy to some adorable munchkins, and girlie I used to go to church with for a bit while I was in college, Amber, decided to post some photos and stories about her family's Krispy Kreme outing on her blog last week. Over the course of the subsequent 5 days, all I could think about was a hot, soft, sweet, tantalizing doughnut melting in my mouth with all of it's sugary goodness.
I have received lots of questions lately about whether or not I've had any cravings. And usually my answer is that I have not for anything too particular, anyway. But the doughnuts, oh how the doughnuts changed all that!
Given that I've never seen a doughnut in Brasil, much less a HOT doughnuts NOW sign illuminated over the mecca that is Krispy Kreme, I finally decided to take matters into my own hands. Because it was either that or eat everything I could find containing yeast, flour, and sugar for the next 27 weeks trying to find a fix for this Krispy Kreme calling.
I scoured the internet for a recipe that could produce something comparable to the Krispy Kreme goodness I enjoyed throughout my childhood. I finally found it, a recipe called Crispy and Creamy Doughnuts. Oh yes, nice . . . very nice.
Yesterday evening, I got to work on my masterpiece. I changed the icing from the suggested butter-filled recipe given to just a simple sugar, vanilla, and hot water glaze. (I like to be healthy and all, you know.)
And one nice big messy, greasy, sticky kitchen and 26 hot, steamy, glazed doughnuts later, I had this . . .
Hey, I said there were 26 doughnuts. Please stop trying to count them, okay? I mean there really were 26 doughnuts (despite the recipe only promising me 18 of them!) And I'm not sure why there are less than 15 in my refrigerator right now.
I am totally going to blame it on this guy though.
But hey, anyway, what I'm trying to say is that until I find a pregnant-American-woman-living-in-Brasil filter for online content, let's try to keep the food-I-can't-easily-gain-access-to talk to a minimum. Can we all agree to that please? And that's going to include Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. I like real, homemade mac n cheese, not the boxed stuff; but for some reason here lately I've wanted it unlike anything else . . . except for maybe Krispy Kreme.
Thanks so much for your cooperation,
Emily . . . the soon to be whale