I love donuts!
When I was little, it was tradition for my mom and I to stop at the local Mister Donut on our way home from church each Sunday. I’m sure many Sunday school lessons went “unlearned”, as I couldn’t possibly keep my mind on Moses or Abraham, when donuts were on my mind.
I could barely contain myself as I skipped through the doors of the donut shoppe, my shiny black shoes clickety-clacking on the tile floor. The yeasty, sweet smell teased my senses. While my mom picked out “normal” donuts (you know…cake donuts and chocolate long johns) from the floor to ceiling racks behind the counter, I was mesmerized by the fancy donuts displayed in the glass case, strategically placed at my eye level. Decisions, decisions, decisions!
My mind needed to be made up by the time my mom finished selecting the donuts we would bring home to my dad. Typically, I was lured in by vanilla donuts, filled with a creamy custard, and covered with tons of thick, sugary, vanilla frosting. If it were close to a holiday, the frosting would be tinted vibrant colors, and decorated accordingly.
Once I finally made my decision, I would bashfully point to the donut I wanted, and the man behind the counter would carefully place it in a special little box…just for me.
I held that donut on my lap all the way home, which felt like an incredibly long way, as all I could think about was eating that donut!
Once I got home, I quickly changed out of my church clothes. I then ceremoniously placed my donut on a plate, and dug through the Sunday paper until I found the “Funny Papers”. I tucked the paper under my arm, and took my donut into the living room, where I spread the paper on the floor, and plopped myself down with my donut. Funnies AND donuts. I loved Sundays! My first bite was heavenly. I savored that donut, nibbling around the sides, keeping the custard and frosting for my last bite.
One Sunday, when my favorite aunt was visiting, my dad decided to play a trick on me. While I was changing, he hid my donut!! THAT was NOT funny! This memory sticks with me though, as it was also when my aunt “taught me” to protect my donut by licking it when everyone was watching. That would prevent any future donut snatching!
Becoming vegan definitely put a kibosh on my donut eating! Sadly, there are not a whole lot of vegan bake shoppes in my area.
Vegan donuts!! Here you have the Dark Angel and the Femme Fatale! Words cannot adequately describe how incredibly delicious these are!
Well, fortunately, these are special treats, as St. Paul is 4 hours away.
I have discovered, however, that I can make my own donuts at home! And these, my friends, are not only vegan, but quite healthy as well!
This recipe is based on a recipe by ChocolateCoveredKatie.
1 c. spelt flour
1/2 T. baking powder
1/3 heaping c. date sugar
1/4 t. salt
3/4 c. almond milk (room temperature)
3 T. coconut oil (melted)
1 t. vanilla
1 t. apple cider vinegar
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Combine dry ingredients. Whisk together until blended. Combine wet ingredients (make sure your milk is room temperature, or coconut oil will solidify). Add wet to dry. Or dry to wet…I can’t tell the difference. Stir until just combined. Place batter in quart size baggie. Cut off bottom corner of bag, keeping the size of the hole the size of the desired donut. Squeeze batter into donut pan. Bake for 15 minutes. Let cool for 5 minutes before turning onto a cooling rack. Frost as desired!