Mardi Gras

My grandmother was from New Orleans, which means that every five years or so I decide to act like I’m from New Orleans, too.

Now, The Catholic Foodie may not sign off on boxed beignet mix, but sometimes we have to make do.

I don’t have an electric fryer, nor do I really want one, because – seriously, we don’t need more fried foods around here. Plus, I really like my cast iron skillet.

Draining beignets over a rack

They didn’t exactly puff up like they’re supposed to. They seemed kind of won-ton-esque.

Dipping beignets in powdered sugar

The kids came home from church – “What are THOSE?” I explained the tenuous ties to our heritage. “Does this mean I’m FRENCH? COOL!!!!” She was also quite enthusiastic about the powdered sugar stage of production.

Yum.

Child eating beignet

He’s plotting. Later, he shall sneak into the dining room and help himself to a second breakfast.

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Comments

    • says

      That’s what I said, only I was referring to my shape. Har har har.

      Plus, my husband is giving up “discretionary carbs” for Lent, so we needed to go out on a high note.

  1. says

    Oh, discretionary carbs – I like that (might have some wiggle room, definition-wise!). I have such a sugar buzz I don’t know when I’m going to be able to think about sweets again. Your beignets look great. The powdered sugar is definitely what defines them and you guys nailed that one.

  2. says

    Some Gulf Coast friends shipped us the boxed beignet mix from the famous New Orleans coffee shop (am I supposed to hide brandnames?) along with this great tip: use Sprite instead of water. Puffy pillows of fried dough! Of course, we once asked our favorite Gulfport beignet maker what the secret was to their enormous, better than New Orleans famous coffee shop beignets. The answer: lard.

    • says

      Aha! Brilliant!

      I kind of wondered about lard when I was frying them up. My grandmother fried chicken in Wesson oil so that’s my default when frying things. Which I don’t do all that often, really.

      We can say Cafe du Monde…as far as I know.

  3. says

    If dey ain’t puffin rite it’s either ya erl ain’t hot enuf, or ya batta been rolled too thin.
    By the way that’s three of the Southern food groups in one bomb: white refined shug, white refined flour, and cooking oil. Gimme anudda donut, Here I come Jesus.

    • says

      It is, indeed! I actually forgot to post about that. I guess I wanted to see who would notice. :) I got so used to the WIDE open spaces over at your new blog that I decided to redo my own with the same underlying theme. Hope that’s okay…