One of Rick’s memories from growing up is making homemade donuts. So much so that his mom gave us a deep-fryer for a wedding gift, so that we could continue the tradition.
We don’t make donuts very often, seeing as how the mornings we have together as a family can be counted on my two hands. But we finally made donuts a few weekends ago – and Mallory LOVED them.
Back before we had our own kids, I used to bribe Shane to stay the night with the promise of donuts in the morning. Then he told grandpa to make him donuts and now Shane never comes to our house anymore.