Project Photo 365: #21
My teenaged son came home from school yesterday afternoon and just about collapsed when he saw the batch of mouth-watering beignets I whipped up for him. He’s quite concerned about my mental health, because ever since the beginning of January, I’ve been trying out new recipes and, I quote, “actually making really good stuff”.
Poor kid. What he doesn’t know is that the urge to deep fry only hits me once every two or more years, and passes pretty quickly, once I get a whiff of the greasy smell in my kitchen–even after I’ve cleaned the kitchen. Yuck!