Pumpkin Donuts

Since I shared a furniture delivery story with my pumpkin pudding recipe, I feel it only fair that I should share another part of the saga with my pumpkin donut recipe.

So, when my parents decided to move to another apartment, they had to leave behind their beloved dining room table.  At 90″ round, there was no way it was going to fit into the new, smaller space.  Luckily, Florida abounds with consignment shops and you can get some really great bargains.

Enter their new dining room table:  a square, glass-topped table.

Enter a new problem:  the new dining room table: a square, glass-topped table.

This time, my father was there to accept delivery.  Which turned out to not be the helpful bonanza one would think.

I was on my way into a meditation class when he called:

Dad:  Well, they delivered the table, but the plastic piece on the top of the base is missing.  It must have broken off on the truck and you can’t put the glass on the base without it.

Me:  I literally have no idea what you are talking about or what I’m supposed to do about it.

Dad:  The plastic piece.  The guy went down to the truck to look for it, but he swears it wasn’t there when he picked it up.  I just know it broke off in the truck.

Me:  (wishing I was going into a bar instead of meditation class) Okay.  Still have no idea what plastic piece you are talking about, but maybe you can call the shop and ask them about it. (Oooohmmmmm)

Dad:  Okay, but I don’t know what they can do.  You need that plastic piece.

Me: (thinking I’d better call the shop and warn them they were going to get a call about some plastic piece that holds the key to the universe). Hi, just calling about some plastic piece from the table you are delivering this morning?

Woman at the shop:  Yep.  Already got the call (what, does he have them on speed dial??!!) It’s a plastic disk that you can buy at Home Depot, Target. etc.  We’re on it.

Me, calling my father back: So, they are going to run and get the piece, but it isn’t part of the table, so no harm, no foul.  Nothing is broken.

Dad:  I know.

Me: Meanwhile, how do you like the table?

Dad: It’s glass.  Your mother is probably going to walk into it.

Me:  (happy place, happy place: rainbow unicorns, puppies, raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.  Ooohmmmm) I’m sure once the chairs are around it and she puts a tablecloth on it, she’ll be fine.

Meanwhile thinking:

Are you kidding me???? Really???  This is the woman who walked into the dishwasher at the house (the kind on wheels, not the built in kind) at least ten times a day, and I’m pretty sure that was not made of glass.  As a matter of fact, no matter where you were in the house, you would hear a random litany of curses starting with “ouch! son of ……” and ending with “stupid dishwasher! ” That’s how we knew mom was home and in the kitchen.  Dinner could not be far behind.

All of which brings up the question: Does meditation class still count if you meditate on ways to avoid taking phone calls from your parents?

Namaste.

Ingredients:

• 1/2 cup whole wheat flour
• 1/4 cup millet flour
• 1/8 teaspoon salt
• 1 heaping Tablespoon arrowroot
• 1 Tablespoon baking powder
• 1 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice
• 1/4 cup pumpkin puree
• 1/4 cup almond milk
• 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
• 1/3 cup coconut oil, melted (if using oil that is already in liquid form, use only 1/4 of a cup)
• 1/4 cup maple syrup
• 1/2 Tablespoon apple cider vinegar

Directions:

1. Preheat oven to 425.  Lightly grease donut pans if not using non-stick.
2. Whisk dry ingredients (flours, salt, arrowroot, baking powder and pie spice) in a medium bowl.
3. Whisk wet ingredients together (puree, milk, extract, oil, syrup and vinegar) in a small bowl.
4. Add wet ingredients to dry and mix to combine.   Let the batter sit for 5-10 minutes to allow it to rise.
5. Spoon the batter into the donut pan and bake 7-9 minutes.  Cool, then turn out on rack and allow to finish cooling.  Or eat them all, it’s only half a dozen.

Enjoy!