Beavertails

When I was a kid I was very responsible and organized.  I know, hard to believe, but my mother will back me up.  I was the kid who came home from school and told my mom that two weeks from Tuesday I needed something for a class project.  I did my homework on Friday nights instead of waiting until Sunday and I didn't wait until the last minute to do anything.  That might have changed a little bit in college, but before that I was on top of things.

Which is why it kills me when I get things like this from Andy:

The recipe was for Beavertails Ontario (because he is giving a presentation on Ontario, Canada tomorrow in Social Studies).  In case you don't know what beavertails are, because I didn't, the are basically fried dough covered in sugar and cinnamon.  Luckily I happened to check my email this morning and had time to run by the grocery store.  I looked over the ingredients he needed and we had all of them except for yeast.  Then I texted a friend to ask how, exactly, do you get the oil hot enough to fry to beavertails and she thankfully had a deep fryer in her garage that she was happy to lend me.

We started this project right after school.  I made Andy do as much as possible but when you are working with 375 degree cooking oil I am not giving the reigns to a 12 year old.  So, we mixed the dough together, he rolled it out and after putting the girls to bed Charlie also got involved and did the frying while I did the rolling in sugar/cinnamon.  Amazingly it didn't turn out to be the long night I expected and we finished before 9p.

Charlie claims that he wasn't a last minute kid either.  So where did Andy get it from?  That's anybody's guess but he does have a few aunts and uncles that have the same characteristics.  He got an earful during dinner and I would hope at this point he is clear on our disdain for waiting until the last minute to work on a school project.  This isn't the first time this year this has happened, but it always seems to work out in his favor.  Charlie thinks that next time we shouldn't be so willing to help and see if that teaches him a lesson, I'm inclined to agree.

Regardless of our stance, the finished product turned out pretty good.  They may not look as good as they should, but we were pretty excited.