Monday, February 13, 2012
Donuts and fires when I was 10.
When I was 10, my parents went away for a vacation and left my older sister in charge of myself and three of my brothers. I guess that's what you do when you're the parents of 8 kids. Anyhow, I had learned how to make Indian Fry Bread in 2nd grade (that's what they called it in the 80's) and my sister asked me to make it the Sunday morning that my parents were out of town. Long story short, the pot of oil went up in flames and not one of us knew what to do. My next older brother (who couldn't have been more than 13 at the time) was asleep, rolled out of bed because he heard my sister screaming, found a fire extinguisher, put out the flames and went back to bed. Even with his efforts, the kitchen burned mostly down. My Mom called later in the morning to make sure we were all getting ready to go to church. I answered the phone and she claims my response was, "I can't talk now Mom, the firemen are here." She says I hung up after that. I'm not entirely certain. But, I do know, I've never made anything resembling a donut to this day. But, this cookbook seems as though it might lure me to do so.