Continuing with our Hawaii theme curriculum today...
In an early morning haste, I quickly printed out the first Hawaiian recipe I could find with Google. (Mistake #1)
I wasn't prepared with any activities for today so my easy go-to is always a cooking project. Plus making donuts is an activity that any kid would whole heartedly embrace!
I have a love/hate relationship with kids in my kitchen. Love the fun but hate pretty much everything else, especially the gigantic mess that ensues. Nevertheless, we bake a lot together, so much so that I can typically trust them to follow the recipe without too much supervision. (Mistake #2).
As a math challenge, I printed the recipe out in a quanitity that could easily be halved. Our recipe today was for Malasadas, a popular donut in Hawaii. The receipe boasted that it was easy, fail-proof and that it made 2 -dozen small donuts.
I asked Zach to cut the recipe in half and away we both went. Him to the kitchen and me to my computer to check in on my Ebay and Poshmark stores sales. (Mistake #3)
Of course not more than a few minutes had past, when I hear Zach screaming for me.
"MOM - I'm stuck." He yelled from the kitchen.
"What do you mean your stuck? Do you need help with the recipe? Bring it up here and I'll help you with the math." I yelled back, feeling rather perturbed at the early work disruption.
"I'm stuck in the dough! The dough is way too sticky and I can't get my hands out."
"Oh, that's easy! Just use more flour!" I yelled back feeling a bit smug.
"There is NO more flour. I used it all. What do I do?" he whined.
"Ok, Legitimate problem." I thought to myself. "But shoot, there goes my 10 minutes to get my orders packaged for the mailman."
I ran downstairs to Zach's blob of sticky dough. Oh my, this was WAY messier than day we used a whole box of cornstarch to make Obleck.
"What happened to all the flour?" I demanded. "The flour container was nearly full."
"I got so excited cracking all the eggs that I forgot to cut the recipe in half! I'm so sorry, Mom." He cried, on the verge of tears.
The original recipe called for 8 eggs and 8 cups of flour. We now had a enough donut dough to feed the entire island of Molokai! And we were officially out of flour.
"Ok Bev," I said to myself, taking in a deep cleansing (I'm not going to ring his neck) breath. Time to improvise... we had a small bit of bread flour that we could use. At least that would allow us to handle the dough enough to get it back into the bowl. Scraping the dough off Zach's hands was another ordeal.
Zach is a very, very sensitive child. He couldn't stand the feeling of socks or anything form fitting for the first 7 years of his life. YOU try scraping dough off the hands of a sensitive kid... (Mistake #4)
We were able to salvage the dough enough to deep fry it. Of course, not without almost burning his eyeball with hot grease shooting out of the fryer.
Malasada donuts - you can stay in Hawaii from now on.
After cleaning up the fried donut disaster, I was utterly exhausted. It was going to be a short school day for us.
The kids spent the rest of the day reading books to Grandma via our Facebook Portal and playing their favorite computer math game, Prodigy. We did find some time to build and test sail our LEGO outrigger canoes. Can't say they looked like the one in Moana (pictured) but I think we NAILED IT!
(Good night all. Tomorrow, I'll be more prepared... ay, probably not, its feeling like a bath and bed kind of night.)