Wait till I tell you all about my 4th grade teacher that was allergic to chalk

I mentioned in my last post that I had just read Paula Deen's memoir this past weekend. That little tid bit also explains why I have been fiercely craving fried chicken for the past 5 days. But throughout the book after each chapter she shares a recipe. I came to one of the recipes which was biscuit donuts.

Have you all ever had these? It's where you take a buttermilk biscuit, poke a hole in it, fry it in some oil, and then dip it in powdered sugar?

These sounded mighty familiar and delicious and then I had a quick flash back to my childhood in the 3rd grade where we studied the pioneer era and so we spent a good semester only eating these biscuit donuts as the "official pioneer food" and playing The Oregon Trail on a Macintosh.

Remember that game?

Now I'm sure that's underestimating my 3rd grade history education. I'm sure we whipped up some construction paper bonnets as well. I just have embedded in my memory all the times I seemed to have caught small pox, malaria, starved or was bitten by a rattle snack in that game. I'm not sure I ever made it across that Oregon Trail now that I think about it.

But I do remember those donuts so I asked boy if he ever had some growing up and he said no but got pretty interested in the fact that I should whip some up so he could try them. Well, shockingly I've never fried anything in my life. Sad huh? Just not a huge fried food fan, but thought I'd try for the sake of boy and the fact that his 3rd grade education was cut short.

And my oh my y'all I actually did it. I fried something. And it was delicious. I sprinkled some with powdered sugar and some with cinammon and sugar and they quickly disappeared.


My 3rd grade teacher would be so proud.