Friday, October 25, 2013

fried mess

so our plan a couple sunday afternoons ago was perfect. i had the entire day off. we would eat lunch, change into comfy clothes, make funnel cakes and carve pumpkins. in my mind, i had dreamed up the perfect october sunday after church.


here's the picture perfect memory! 
and yes this memory is gluten free!
now for the rest of the story...

at work the wedding the night before, there was a funnel cake bar ~ and yes it was every bit as amazing as it sounds. the toppings, the sugar, the smell of fried dough everywhere! fried heaven on earth set to dance music! except i couldn't indulge. like the saying absence makes the heart grow fonder ~ my every thought from that moment on involved a funnel cake.  





anna katherine whipped up the paula dean funnel cake recipe. (such a simple recipe) we turned them gluten free just by using this



again, frying dough, how hard can this be? not hard for people used to frying things. i can't even remember the last time i deep friend anything. 

the pictures will pause because what happened next could have been an "i love lucy" episode. my kitchen turned into a grease flying, dough spilling, people yelling, war zone. we even had a (small) grease fire. my niece and my son's girlfriend were wide eyed, taking it all in... my own family ~ probably having christmas cookie flashbacks, then again knowing this is not all that out of character.




my blog is not a how to blog.... it is more like a how 'not' to blog! i will suggest not following the advice of a iprofessional tv chef who makes a creme brulee recipe look as elementary as making a pbj sandwich... save yourself buy the "seen on TV" $10 funnel cake kit! 



this flexible funnel in a drink bottle ~ the one the chef suggested ~ whatever!


the dough consistency ~ of both plain and gluten free ~ the open top bottle ~ the grease temperature... who knows, maybe it was just me. bottom line is, it didn't work. when my ($$$) gluten free dough is oozing onto the flour, it's not a happy moment. 



in the end, only half the dough ended up on the floor and the burns were only first, maybe second degree. and a fire fighter does live in our house. 

the toppings were never opened... a little to stressed to remember.

how did they taste?
hello ~ amazing! 
fried dough with butter and sugar!
guaranteed amazing!
it was a perfect afternoon... despite cleaning my kitchen for forever. the chaos added to the memory!

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