When life hands you lemons, make doughnuts!

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.