Well, my grandsons did a pretty good job of it - Since Catholics don't eat meat on Fridays during lent, had to come up with something that a couple of teenage boys would enjoy and the food of choice happened to be Fried Dough. This was something that my mother made at least once a week, all winter long when we lived on Fairfield Ridge growing up. She made her own bread because it was difficult to get out in the winter and the smell of that bread rising all night long was a smell I can still remember well today. In the morning, the dough had overflowed on a large breadboard that sat on top of a wooden flour barrell and for breakfast it was a huge heaping platter of fried dough, eggs and coffee that Mother put on the table. Dad of course had his usual oatmeal along with it.
Well, there was not the smell of rising bread dough at our house, because I use frozen bread dough loafs, but I have to admit that the end result still tastes pretty good. My bread dough, which looks pretty much like mothers can be eaten a number of ways. We don't pour syrup on it, nor do we make large wide pieces like they do at the fair. My homemade one is light and puffy. We put peanut butter on it and dip it in Pure Vermont Maple Syrup, or some use just butter, or some use cinnamon sugar, or some use confectionery sugar. Needless to say, the boys enjoyed it as well as everybody else and there were a few leftovers to send back to Bellows Falls:
