These doughnuts were not made by normal Hilary. No, rather, they were made by that possessed-with-patience Hilary that somehow sees spending hours making miniature doughnuts as a natural continuation of her post-workday Wednesday. Before you get all excited about making these, you must know that homemade doughnuts are truly a labour of love (a grade above the insanity it takes to make homemade perogies, even). At least six hours from start to finish, folks. Not all preparation time, I should say, but a rising time with the yeast dough that makes you feel as though you are watching Father Time play a game of bocce ball before engaging in a chess marathon. You have been warned.
Confession: these doughnuts involve a partial sneaky snarkiness. They are a tiny expression of distaste over my parents’ decision to go to Boston (one of my top three near-future dream trip destinations) this week and leaving me behind. Over the past two years, I have hypothetically planned enough Boston adventures of my own to be extremely jealous. In the meantime, I brought Boston home. Eat your heart out, beautiful city.
(I am quite positive my parents will be taking a picture of Boston cream pie for me, and perhaps I’ll paste that photo right here once they return)
AN ADVENTURE IN DEEP-FRYING
For those who don’t know, I played in a recreational baseball league this summer. This is only relevant because the story that follows took place at our final post-baseball game party at our coach Nat’s house. Remember Nat? She’s the one that’s starting Sudbury’s first gourmet food truck and has therefore propelled herself to the top of my Ultimate Cool Person list.
Anyways, this party was not your traditional beer-drinking and barbeque. Yes, the evening did involve both these things (perhaps a tad too much of one), but it also involved another aspect: deep fried food…items like risotto balls that Nat had hand-shaped into careful spheres and tossed in a panko bread crumb mixture to form an irresistible shell. The hot-oil treats didn’t stop there – soon we were deep frying two-bite brownies, strawberries, and cheese. It was gloriously indulgent and made us giggle.
What I’m getting at here is that I’ve had the urge to do my own deep frying ever since attending this party. I know that is the most diabetic desire ever, but I can’t help myself! Something about dropping things in hot oil and watching as the bubbles shoot out the sides just really gets me.
So these doughnuts were deep fried.
A few notes on that: it is probably not best to try deep frying things for the first time when you’re home alone and it is 12:55 a.m. It is especially not good when the person doing said deep frying has an irrationally large fear of oil-inflicted fires, a sense of alarm caused by too many university roommate mishaps and childhood hours watching Smokey Bear commercials.
From Simple and Homemade – I copied it basically word-for-word, and credit should be given where credit is due. It’s a wonderful recipe!
7 thoughts on “Boston cream doughnuts (yes, really)”
These look fantastic. I can almost taste them. So sorry they are so hard to make. Now I need to go out and buy a doughnut tomorrow.
Well, to be fair, if you had a full weekend day (say, a Sunday…) then they would be totally manageable. They just weren’t that realistic for making on a Wednesday night after work. Regardless, I hope you got your doughnut. Thanks for the comment!
These looks scrumptious! Mm’sssss! Damn, I want one!!
Thank you! Yes, I want one now too…I wish I had leftovers!
Your doughnuts look great and probably tasted better than the only Boston cream pie I had. Deep frying at midnight ….hmmmmm.
Yum! My mouth watered a bit when I looked at these pictures. Boston cream doughnuts are no doubt – THE BEST!
I agree – my favourite kind for sure! Thanks for the comment :)