A doughnut, a donut…croftna!

I have the added advantage of my whole family having migrated from Croatia to Australia.  I think it would be a pretty sad affair for my taste buds if I were Anglo-Saxon.  My Grandmother (Baka) has a wealth of knowledge when it comes to making things ‘taste good’.  I really should slip under her wing and give it a knack, but for some reason I haven’t.  Perhaps during my semester break; I think it would be good for me.

Having only moved away from home I have realised it’s so difficult to cook for one person.  For instance, for dinner I procured myself a Lemon Chicken Stir Fry, the contents magically coming out of a jar.  I went one step further and added some fresh mint from the yard (which Mr G [my pet lizard] was romping around in earlier today).  I’d give baking a go, but my roommates have warned me that this oven is mighty HOT (thermostat has gone).  So I don’t see myself being able to bake myself the perfect cake any time soon.  But I could fry up some doughnuts.  Mmmmm…

Only a few weeks ago Baka wanted her grandchildren to all come over for ‘croftna day’.  Which literally translates to, ‘you’re all coming over to gorge on freshly fried doughnuts’.  They’re amazing and it’s the one thing I will always remember her for.  I have attempted them alone on two occasions.  The first time they were almost perfect, only missing her touch.  The second time I had to flush the dough down toilet because the consistency was all wrong!  I tend to stick to Jamie Oliver’s.  I was once frying at 1am in the morning for my British friend.    I love doughnuts.