Beignets in New Orleans
New Orleans is a place where some adults frequently act like 6-year-olds. Usually the behavior is brought on by alcohol. During our visit to Nola last week, I let the famous sweet treat from Cafe du Monde, help me recall my 6-year-old self. I never ate a beignet when I was 6, but I have good donut memories.
One whiff of my beignet, brought back memories of my mom making donuts in our kitchen in Iowa. Since I knew of no one else who made donuts, besides bakers, I was impressed. I thought Mom was sort of daring and magical when she plopped circles of dough into the sizzling pan of grease. After the dough cooked, she drained the piping hot rings on paper towels, before giving them a shake in a paper bag filled with powdered sugar.
Cafe du Monde
To this day, the smell of funnel cakes reminds me of Mom's donuts.
But the taste of beignets, is an even closer match! A delicious celebration of sweet!