So it's like my birthday. I'm going to be 17 tomorrow... and mom & dad gave me a World Market gift card to ease the pain of spending another birthday in America. I promptly drove over to High Point road and entered the market like a drug feign needing her next fix. It's how I balance the whole reality of finding one's self in a world she doesn't belong in. As Sam Tyler might say "Whichever strange place you find yourself in, make that your home".
So I exited with my drugs. Some Japanese apple sake, a couple bottles of Belgian monk made beer, some Italian wine-infused sausage, several British chocolate bars, and something I've been wanting to try for quite awhile. Cafe Du Monde's Beignet Mix. So you might be wondering why I've not bought it before? Well, first of all, deep-fried doughnuts aren't the healthiest thing in the world (but it's my birthday, so 'what the hell!?') and this mix is from the French Quarter, not France- but Beignets are French:
The word beignet is French for fritter or doughnut meaning "to raise".The early French colonists of the 18th century brought the recipe and custom of making fritters (fritters beignets) to New Orleans.
So being I had a week-long "Being Erica" marathon, and I needed something French, I decided to give it a go, and I'm glad I did. Cafe Du Monde's Beignet Mix is the perfect answer to a weepy, emotional week of door unlocking and epiphany bringing television. So the first thing to do is for you to imagine a door and walk through it... suddenly you're in my kitchen rolling out the dough:
The cool thing is you just add water and mix, roll it out like biscuits and cut it into squares. Light up the deep-fryer, or a cast-iron pan with oil and drop the gooey French goodness into the bubbly:
It only takes about 1-2 minutes per side, and they're done. Talk about fast-food, you've got to love the French. They puff up to a golden brownish color which is then sprinkled in powder sugar:
And that's it. I sat down for Erica therapy with my coffee (though not from Goblins :( ) my beignets and my fantasies of Toronto, Paris, and Cafe Du Monde in Louisiana. It's like having a little box of regrets in my pantry that I can pull out at any point, deep fry, and eat so that they become part of me.