To be fair, I got the idea for this from Mary at DEEP SOUTH DISH, one of my all time favorite bloggers (How has she not been found by the Food Network yet???). So, Mary is my Fagin to my innocent Oliver Twist… Mary, for the record, I am easily led astray. Be careful when you put temptation in my path…
A while back, Mary did an excellent post on making your own Beignets. You know, those New Orleans treats most often associated with cafe Du Monde in the French Quarter. Anyone and I suspect everyone who has visited the city knows of and sampled these treats. Squares of sweetened dough (extra sugar and evaporated milk), covered with generous amounts of powdered sugar. You can find her post on making AUTHENTIC Beignets by clicking HERE.
But she also gave a “cheater” version that I thought was funny at the time… And then Eve and the apple and Satan and temptation began working it’s ugly way with me. I had all the supplies on hand to make the legit Beignets. I did. I had company last week that I could make them for and I wanted to. I wanted to be authentic… I should have been authentic… But I wasn’t.
Get thee behind me Satan is what I should have said…
Temptation, thy name is DEEP SOUTH DISH MARY.
I beg for absolution. I beg the gods for forgiveness… As a penance, I must confess in full…
Here’s what I did…
Oil for frying…
Powdered sugar for generously dusting
and..
I can’t say it…
But I must confess in full…
and…
the final ingredient is…
A tube of refrigerator buttermilk biscuits.
I am so ashamed.
What would Bobby Flay say??? Paula Dean… Alton Brown… All would condemn me, and justifiably so.
But Bobby, Paula and Alton, it was so easy… Just cut each biscuit in half…
Fry in the oil and dust with the sugar…
And if you get up on the last morning your guests are staying, after force feeding them RUM Drinks night after night… after night after night; you can make these and hide all the evidence before they stumble out of bed (or floor if that was where they passed out).
I served these, and accepted the praise due a scratch baker. Without exception, these were accepted as authentic Beignets.
I am A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner.
Bobby, Paula and Alton… Bless me chefs for I have sinned.
!Dave here from MY YEAR ON THE GRILL. I am ashamed that i can declare… I CAN COOK THAT! But then, who couldn’t???
Don’t do as I did… save yourself the guilt. Make from scratch. Ignore the needs of time and the desire to just wanting to get something on the table. The guilt is just not worth the convenience and great taste… Spend those hours in the kitchen. Ignore your family and guests and resist the temptations that are put in front of you.
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