Earlier this year I posted about making fried chicken and how I finished it in the oven because I always fear that I can’t keep a consistent cooking temperature when I fry on the stovetop. I said that if you want me to fry a chicken the entire way, you’ll have to buy me a temperature-maintaining Fry Daddy and that my birthday was coming up.
Lo and behold, look what Kevin’s cool friends gave me for my birthday this year.
I always thought it would be dangerous to have a Fry Daddy. Owning a Fry Daddy carries the same risk as permanently storing the chamber to my ice cream maker in the freezer. Being able to deep fry something on a moment’s notice is quite the temptation. After all, I once said that my favorite food is, “anything spicy, fried, or chocolate.”
For a while I was just plain in awe of my Fry Daddy. I just wanted to stare at it all the time. Look at my Fry Daddy. I really have a Fry Daddy. Is it really true I have a Fry Daddy? Imagine everything I can do with my Fry Daddy.
Then it all became sort of paralyzing. I sat and thought of everything I could do with my Fry Daddy. I thought of homemade French fries and fried chicken, and fish and chips, and fried candy bars and zeppoli and fried polenta and tempura veggies. The possibilities were endless. That’s when it became paralyzing. What, exactly, was I going to do with this wondrous machine? What would I fry? Besides, eating all of that fried food wasn’t going to do much for my health. A recent visited to the doctor earned me some subtle encouragement about needing to to lose some weight. Unable to come up with an answer, I stuck it in a cabinet and didn’t look at for a while. Whenever I saw my Fry Daddy, it just sort of mocked me. It almost seemed like a case of “Be careful what you wish for.”
Then a few weeks ago Emily made this great post about homemade doughnuts. She had the same wistfulness about deep fryers that I used to have, along with the same misgivings about the dangers of being able to easily fry things. She fried doughnuts the old-fashioned way. I’ve made doughnuts that way too, but wouldn’t it be easier to do them with a Fry Daddy? Don’t I really love doughnuts?
This week the stars aligned and two lucky events coincided. The fist was Hanukah – a holiday known for Sufganiyot. The other is that I was invited to a party where it was my job to bring dessert. What a perfect situation! I could use my Fry Daddy to make homemade Hanukah doughnuts and I could share them at the party, sparing me the shame of eating them all myself.
It’s really neither here nor there that I’m a Shiksa who doesn’t actually observe Hanukah in any real meaningful way.
I used a recipe from Martha Stewart. Doesn't she make you think of Bubbes? No? Oh well.
I normally use the yeast in packets. My local supermarket always carried those little yellow packets. Not anymore. All they had were these weird blocks. It smelled pretty horrid.
Roll out dough that is gently spiced with nutmeg and cut with a cookie cutter.