Cooking With Myra: Make baked doughnuts
By By Myra Starkey
Feb. 19, 2013 at midnight
Updated Feb. 18, 2013 at 8:19 p.m.
• 2 cups all-purpose flour
• 3/4cup white sugar
• 2 tsp. baking powder
• 1/4 tsp. ground nutmeg
• 1 tsp. salt
• 3/4 cup buttermilk
• 2 eggs, beaten
• 1 tsp. vanilla extract
• 2 Tbsp. butter, melted
• 1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, melted
• 1/4 cup white sugar
• 1/4 cup brown sugar
• 1 Tbsp. cinnamon
Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Lightly spray a doughnut pan with cooking spray.
In a large bowl, mix together the flour, sugar, baking powder, nutmeg and salt.
In a small bowl, beat together the buttermilk, eggs, vanilla and melted butter until well combined.
Stir the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and mix until well combined.
Fill your doughnut pan two-thirds full and bake for 8-10 minutes or until the doughnuts spring back when touched. This batter will make a dozen doughnuts. Allow to cool slightly before removing from the pan.
To make the topping, mix together the sugars and cinnamon in a small bowl.
Dunk each doughnut into the melted butter to completely coat and then dust with cinnamon sugar to coat.
Last weekend, Taylor and I had the good fortune to visit with all three of our children in three different cities. We miss the kids since the youngest left for college a few years ago.
I can't say that Taylor and I mind being in our comfortable empty nest. We come home from work and sometimes eat popcorn or cereal for supper. If I feel like cooking a meal, I prepare something light for two.
Our daughter, Hannah, and her husband, Ben, stopped by Friday on their way to Rockport to meet friends. Hannah called a few days before to tell me there was going to be a new addition to their family. I was so excited because I am very eager to have my first grandchild.
Unfortunately, she told me they were getting a new puppy. They already have a Rhodesian ridgeback named Quimby that is the size of a small pony. They thought he was lonely so they bought a female puppy of the same species and named her Sister, since that is her place in their family. She is very cute and has huge paws. Whenever she goes near Quimby, he growls and barks a little because he is apparently not all that happy to give up his status as THE only dog.
On Saturday morning, we got up early and headed to Waco to see our youngest son, Spencer. He was participating in an annual song and dance production at Baylor called "Sing." Each fraternity and sorority puts on a 10-minute routine. There is lots of talent, and the students really spend the time to perfect their acts, so it is very enjoyable to watch.
I must confess that we have not visited Spencer at Baylor as often as we should have. He just does what he wants to up there, hanging out with his friends without much adult supervision, and we send him money when he needs it.
Now that I think about it, I don't recall that he has actually asked us to come visit that often. This is his final semester there, so he will be getting a job soon and will no longer be on our payroll.
The main reason that we drove to Waco this weekend was to meet the parents of Spencer's girlfriend. He has been dating Rachel for well over a year, and he seems to be starry-eyed over her. I think she feels the same about him. Spencer indicated to us that she likely is the one. (Please don't repeat that to anyone because I think he told us that in confidence.) Anyway, she is a very sweet and beautiful young woman from Longview.
We met her parents, Larry and Mary, at an area Mexican food restaurant. They were really nice and decent folks. He owns a sporting goods store, and she does real estate management. Taylor and Larry engaged in a long discussion as they both had a common interest in hanging out in the country and doing rural things, such as shredding grass and shooting hogs.
Larry is very active in his Baptist church back home, so they were also having some dialogue about religion in general and church politics in particular. Mary and I talked more about raising our kids. It was comforting for me to know that Rachel grew up in a stable and loving home with two parents who were highly involved in child-rearing. I was also happy to know that they had been married for a long time and still seemed to enjoy each other's company, just as Taylor and I do.
On Sunday morning, we went to church and then lunch with Spencer and Rachel before traveling down Interstate 35 to see our oldest son, Miles. He lives in Austin and is very happy there. Of course, most young adults would be overjoyed to live in Austin.
It is a carefree, entertaining place where one can seek their own way - no matter how weird their way may be. It reminds me of California with its natural beauty, its open-minded thinking and its laid-back attitude. For me, Austin is a nice place to visit, but I think I am far too conservative to actually live there.
We met Miles at the South Congress Avenue shopping district. It was packed with people and always has a festival-type atmosphere. We wandered through import, clothing and antique shops; had some pizza; listened to a band playing; explored the arts and craft booths and did lots of people watching. We mainly just relaxed and hung out with Miles for a couple of hours. We gave him a hug, said our good-byes and started our trip back to Victoria.
During our trip, I searched several kitchen shops for donut pans. I had seen an article in SAVEUR magazine about doughnuts and their popularity. The doughnut pans allow a person to bake doughnuts rather than frying them, making them only slightly more healthy than scones.
I searched the Internet, tried at least three recipes and have come up with a keeper. The doughnuts are fluffy but need to be eaten quickly rather than kept for hours.
A combination of sugar and cinnamon coats them right after they are dipped in butter (Did I say healthy)? Dust them with powdered sugar or glaze them and decorate with sprinkles. They are smaller than traditional doughnuts.
Myra Starkey lives in Victoria. Write her in care of the Advocate, P.O. Box 1518, Victoria, TX 77901, or email firstname.lastname@example.org.