Every bite of food should be a sweet bite
Yes my Sweetbites cooks, there are more blueberry posts coming your way.
Tom and the Mr. D decided to go blueberry picking yesterday and came back with EIGHT POUNDS OF BLUEBERRIES for me to work my magic with.
It was time to do same mass baking in order to make sure all EIGHT pounds of them would not go to waste.
The pitch started:
There is something comforting in having something sweet on top of a kitchen island. While I was growing up the only time I experienced this was when I would visit my paternal grandparents. My grandmother would always have snack cakes prepared and ready for anyone to eat if they were in the vicinity of the kitchen – and like a good Italian family – we were ALWAYS in the kitchen. Most of the cake would last 2 days tops. Like a good Italian family, we would always sneak into the kitchen and take a little piece of cake until the next one appeared, just like magic.
This past week, I was looking through my old recipe notebook and came across the recipe, written in my 15 year old penmanship, with little flowers all around, which brought to mind how my grandmother would give me her recipe. I would sit in this big kitchen table she had in the corner of the room and she would dictate what she will be doing. Add a pinch of this, a tablespoon of that, a little bit of this… my grandmother was not big about keeping measurements - it was all in her head.
Yes, this is a double whammy because you are getting another donut post. After Tom laid praises on the Sweet Potato Donuts, I made the mistake of telling him, that the Bombolini would have been ten times better and he totally dared me to prove it.
He knows I cannot resist dates. And I totally fell for it too.
I still stand behind my statement before that donuts are not one of my favorite sweets. But the Bombolini holds a special place in my taste memory.
See, I have been eating these pillows of fried dough, filled with cream, since I can remember. In Venezuela, my mother would buy a big bag of them as a special treat from our local bakery as I was growing up. My sister and I would gobble them up in seconds, licking our sugar-coated fingers and then wait patiently for the next special occasion to have them.