Oh dear readers, I'm so sorry for neglecting you lately. I hope you're still out there. Life has just gotten away from me. Planning a wedding (which is only 136 days away!) having a job that just won't quit, and going to the gym like it's my job leaves my plate very full these days. Sadly I have been neglecting the things that matter to me most, like cooking and babbling into the blogosphere. It's been over a month since I've actually cooked anything besides a salad, which requires absolutely no cooking at all. Absolutely pathetic , I know! Luckily John has been making delicious meals so I don't have to live off of string cheese and grapefruit.
So in a very grandiose effort to fill this void, I decided to make doughnuts. But not just any doughnuts, the most beautiful and delicious doughnuts my meager brain could think of. I so desperately needed, as if I really just might die , to make the greatest doughnut known to man. Luckily for me, I'd never made a doughnut in my life. Sure, I'd eaten plenty, and that counts for something, right?
I will be the first to admit that there are a LOT of failures in the Pickled Rose kitchen. For some reason, we don't talk about those nearly enough. Now I wouldn't say my doughnut adventure was a complete failure. They were actually pretty good for a first try at them, but definitely not what I had imagined, and could use a whole lot of work. The size was inconsistent, you could taste the frying oil, and the vibrant purple glaze was almost untraceable against the darkness of the over-fried doughnut holes. My blackberry doughnuts with blackberry lavender glaze were not the epitome of beauty or taste, but they were a reason to get back into the kitchen, and in the end that was all I really needed.