I'm about halfway through my 10 day GA & FL vacation. I'm at my sister's and we are having an awesome time. I love hanging with her and her family. My niece and nephew are so adorable!
As mentioned in my last post, my first stop in this road trip was at my Memaw's in GA. We had a very relaxing trip watching movies, cooking and watching Reese run around the backyard with sticks from her burn pile. She surprised me by remembering that while I was deployed I had mentioned that I was craving her homemade doughnuts that we used to make when I was a kiddo. I have no idea why I was suddenly craving this because, honestly, I can't even remember the last time I made them with her, but I'd venture to guess it was a LONG LONG time ago. Anywho.. she remembered that I had been craving them and she found her cookbook with the recipe.
Now, when I think cookbook, I think something published, something purchased at the local bookstore. But no..... this is no ordinary cookbook. The recipe is handwritten with my Memaw's pretty handwriting. And it's OLD. I think she guestimated that it's about 70-80yrs old! WHOA!!! There are handwritten poems in the back by my Grandad's mom. How cool is that?!?! I'm wishing I had taken photos of all the pages.
She made me do most of the work, of course.... so I could "learn". The measuring cups and spoons we used were her mom's, my MomLeet's. It was pretty amazing using the well-worn recipe book and my great-grandma's cooking tools. I have very fond memories of my MomLeet, so this was a very cool connection to the past. (Check out this post for a photo of my lovely MomLeet, Memaw, and Mom).

Some of mine stuck to the counter, so Memaw's stepped in to roll out some more and show me how it's really done.
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She was so fast at rolling out the dough, that I only caught her cutting out the doughnuts. We fried them and then shook them in powdered sugar. OMG... so good! The powdered sugar part is what I remember most from when I was a kid. She would let us shake the doughnut holes in a paper bag.
The final doughnut pyramid tempted me the entire day and I was constantly snacking on them. The next morning I popped them into the microwave for a couple of seconds and they tasted just as good as the day before.
It was such a great experience hanging with Memaw, using the cookbook, and the family utensils. I can't wait to someday pass on the recipe and tradition of letting my kids shake them in the powdered sugar.

There were several pages in the back of the book of my Grandad's mom's writing. How awesome to see her handwritten words. I thought this poem about families was a perfect fit to our day.