Deep Fried Weekend

Weekends = Rest. Relaxation. And dough-frying.

And although a pesky sore throat, congestion, and 3 kids kept me from resting and relaxing, I did find enough energy to make funnel cakes this weekend.

I first tried funnel cake years ago--probably in college. Once I had that first taste, I couldn't believe I had been missing out on such fried goodness! From that moment on, whenever there was a fair, carnival, or festival happening, I made it my mission to find the funnel cakes.

I bought an at-home kit from a school fundraiser a few months ago. Savannah pulled it down from the shelf yesterday and asked if we could make it. I felt like poo, but how could I resist? It is funnel cake, after all.



Worth the effort, for sure. And it's a good thing there was a ray of sunshine in my weekend because this morning got off to an unexpected start. As I was standing by the kitchen window fixing breakfast, I noticed some debris blowing up into the yard. I thought to myself, "Hmm. That looks like stuff I have thrown away."

Sure enough, while we were sleeping, a wind storm blew up and was wreaking havoc in the neighborhood. I opened the garage door to see two of three of our receptacles missing. Fortunately, the trash was picked up on Friday, so only one bag of trash fell out. But the other can was full of recyclables that get picked up every other week. There were cans, bottles, cups,..as far as they eye could see. Trying to pick up trash while the wind is gusting is ridiculous. The bag I had been using to recollect blew inside out--not once, not twice, but three times. Yeah, that was fun.

Before this weekend is over, heat up some oil: I think I'm going to need more funnel cake.