Edna Ruth Byler's Potato Dough Doughnuts have both fortified and funded many a Mennonite missionary. I tweaked the recipe just the slightest -- exchanging shortening for lard, margarine for butter -- and wound up with spectacular doughnuts (actually, their rectangularity means that they're fastnachts). Never mind that we're in the middle of Lent, when good folks eat neither sugar nor fat, and never mind that I'm in San Francisco's Mission District, which is rather the opposite of being a missionary. I'm trying.
It's a new kitchen. It needed some cinnamon-sugared deep-fried aroma. I've upended myself and moved once again (that's move number three in the last twelve months; lagging behind last year's four-move record). Hence the hiatus. Um, and actually, I'm going to go take another nap-hiatus ahorita, so I'll post the recipe later. Perhaps I'll wait till after Easter so as not to lead you into temptation.