Skip to main content

Doughnut Day!


The last Thursday before the Ash Wednesday is called "Fat Thursday" in my country. It is the last Thursday of carnival, and it used to symbolise the end of the period of fun, partying and feasting, as Lent, the period of somberness and fasting was about to begin on Ash Wednesday. Long time ago, our ancestors had savoury doughnuts, made with pork fat and bacon and would consume them with large quantities of strong alcohol. The tradition of eating doughnuts on "Fat Thursday" has prevailed till this day, and there is even a superstition that if you don't have a doughnut on Fat Thursday, the rest of your year will be full of misery and misfortune!

Thus, all diets have a "day off" and everybody indulges themselves in doughnuts, faworki, carnival roses and other sweets. There are long queues outside cake shops (they take orders for doughnuts a week or so in advance) and every grocery will have a good supply of doughnuts and faworki on this day.
The only downside of the "Fat Thursday" goodies is that they're fairly time-consuming and not that easy to prepare, but I promise they are well worth the effort!

Polish doughnuts are a tad different from their American cousins - the dough is slightly different, and they are ball shaped, without a hole in the middle, but stuffed with yummy jam instead. They're also covered with glazing, and some have candied orange peel on top, but I'm not a fan so I gave it a pass.

To make Polish style doughnuts you need:
1 heaped large cup of flour
20 grams of yeast
3 yokes
3 table spoons of icing sugar
2 spoons of butter
4 full spoons of full fat milk
a pinch of salt
2 spoons of alcohol (e.g. vodka)
jam (my favourite dougnut filling is rose hip jam)
3-4 cups of icing sugar and water for the glazing
about 1 kilogram of lard for frying

Mix the yeast with lukewarm milk and leave in a warm place to grow. Mix the yokes with icing sugar using a mixer, until they are smooth, add the yeast mix, alcohol and stir it all well. Add flour, salt and knead the dough well. (It does take a fair bit of kneading - great as an arm and shoulder workout!). When it finally is smooth and soft add warm butter and knead once again, until all the ingredients blend. Place the dough in a bowl, cover it with a tea towel and put in a warm place to grow. When the dough has doubled in volume we can start dividing it into individual doughnuts and fill them with jam. For each doughnut take a spoonful of dough, make a flat sphere of it on your hand and place a drop of jam in the middle. (Jam shouldn't be colder than the dough).

Close the dough around the jam (roll the doughnut in your hands well, to hide the 'seams'). When ready, place the doughnut on a floured surface and prepare the remaining doughnuts. Wait until doughnuts grow (they should be twice their original size), then heat the fat and fry the doughnuts on both size until they are light brown. Take them off the pan and place on kitchen roll-covered plate to cool. Place icing sugar in a bowl and add a few spoons of water. Stir the mixture until it's smooth, then cover the doughnuts with the glazing. You can wait until the glazing dries, or you can enjoy the doughnuts straight away!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

My Take on Italian

Italian cuisine is often to be considered to be simple. I guess it is like with elegance - simplicity is the key. Good quality, real Italian ingredients are crucial, combined with a bit a passion, and not too complex a recipe. Pronto! Though, to tell you the truth, my very first steps with Italian cuisine included ... using instant sauces ... Nowadays I can't quite comprehend how anybody can claim they taste of anything, but I guess it takes trying to "the real deal" ...   The very first thing I cooked from scratch, and we both instantly loved, was spaghetti Pomodoro e Basilico, as the Italian call it. Even though for the Italian it is "primo piato" (first dish), an introduction to the main meal, it is just the matter of the amount, as it surely can be the main meal as well! All we need is spaghetti pasta, 4-5 ripe, sweet tomatoes, 2 cloves of garlic, 1 tablespoon of passata, 1 tablespoon of olive oil, a few basil leaves, salt and pepper to seaso...

Gingerbread Layer Cake

This Christmas I decided to "pimp up" my gingerbread a bit, after a last minute inspiration. I saw a photo of this cake, literally a day before making the cake and decided it's an absolute must this Christmas. I really like how the cake combines gingerbread and gateau type cake features, it's both presentable and delicious. The cake (4 layers): 150 g honey (liquid) 200 g butter or margarine 500 g plain flour 3 yolks 4 tbsp milk 1 tbs purified soda 100 g sugar 1 tbsp ground ginger 1 tbsp ground cinnamon 1 tsp ground nutmeg 1 tsp ground cardamon 1tsp ground cloves a pinch of ground black pepper Combine the ingredients in a large bowl - as it's really hard to do, you may be best off using dough whisks on a food mixer. Cover the bowl with cling film and put into the fridge for 24 hours. After that time, divide the dough into 4 parts, place on a baking paper-lined baking tray and bake in 180C for about 15 minutes. Leave to cool.   The cream: ...

How come I'm in Italy?

My little students often ask me: "Miss, how is it possible that you speak Italian and also English?" It's very cute when they do, but others ask equally often - how come you live here? Well, some people have their "American dream", I've got my Italian one. That's it. I've always loved Italy. I've liked the sound of the language, Italian food's always been one of my absolute favourites, and one day as I was travelling in Italy I had a thought - why not try to live and work here? There are some many teachers like me, who work in this country, I could do it too! I like doing things my way instead of following the same path as others. Life's short and what's the point wasting it repeating the things other people have already done? And so, a day before the end of the year we landed in Brindisi, Puglia where our Italian life began. I'll always have a soft spot for Puglia. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but I feel that it was the time o...