Today was Teacher Appreciation Day at Otto’s school and to honor the second oldest profession the parents hosted a luncheon to thank the teachers for handling our crazy little packages with such care. To pitch in, Dave and I did what we always do. We cooked in a kitchen the size of a back pocket and argued over the deep-fryer basket position. Besides a bowl of pasta salad that could easily feed the island of Bermuda, we made homemade, melt-your-mug glazed doughnuts that were as sinful and sickeningly delicious as the first bite of a Ring Ding after a wild and winning soccer game in third grade.
Remember those crazy cool parents who would bring Hostess snacks and cans of Coke when it was their turn to be the post-soccer game treat parent? And remember those crunchy granola ass clowns who, the next week, would follow up the pre-packaged, chocolate-frosted goodness with a platter of bulgur wheat date bars and unfiltered apple cider that looked like untreated sewage waste?
I never, ever want to be that parent so that is why we made these.