Saturday, July 05, 2014

I visited Elizabeth City, NC for their "Splash Week" Artists weekend.

In May I got an email from Jane Filer, a wonderful local artist who I took a studio class from long ago, inviting me to an unusual event:

SPLASH WEEK! a gathering of artists and all creative folks

Pack up the tools of your creativity and head to Elizabeth City for the sixth annual SPLASH! -- a time especially for you to dive into your talented spirit in the creative world of Elizabeth City, NC.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014
through Sunday, June 8, 2014
Come when you can and stay as long as you can.

You’ll spend your days immersed in your own creative endeavor at your own special spot...
the banks of the Pasquotank, the bow of a boat, the meadow of a farmer’s field, a private garden, an old shipyard, a swamp filled with Cypress trees, a studio in a historic downtown building, or in our fabulous Arts of the Albemarle.

I'm ordinarily too shy to do something like this, but I've been feeling a little lonely lately, so why not? I packed up some painting supplies and also a portable keyboard and I headed over to Elizabeth City, a place I'd never seen before.

When I arrived, they helped me move my gear into a giant vacant building next to the Arts Council. There were already lots of people with their easels set up, painting or schmoozing. I had decided to use this time as a retreat to practice the piano so I set up way, way back in the back of the building where there was an electric outlet.

This is the block of historic downtown Elizabeth City that was our headquarters, with the art council and the studio next door. I put on my headphones and practiced silently most of the time, but it was great to be around other happy people doing what made their hearts sing. I would say "artists" here was a self-diagnosed condition - there were paintings and creations from the sublime to the ridiculous - which actually added to the easy-going atmosphere.

Wednesday night there was a wonderful "Low Country Boil" - some caterers in a truck threw vats of spicy shrimp, potatoes, and corn onto tables covered with newspaper and people just picked up the treats with their fingers and put them in bowls and ate massive amounts - beer was also not lacking. Tout le monde turned out for great food...

... and to bid on painted chairs, proceeds to the local arts. Here you see them loaded up on the way to the Peels' house: the shrimp boil was held at the home of the mayor and his wife, Joe and Carolyn Peel. They also amazingly let me stay at their wonderful house which is full of folk art and right across the street from the huge, beautiful river. Look:

Like most small North Carolina towns, Elizabeth City is trying to figure out how to thrive in the 21st century. Its primary advantage, and it's a huge one, is the beautiful confluence of rivers. The coastline where all these rivers come together is almost a fractal, and it seems like everybody who has a home along the river has a pier and a lovely view. But the rest of the county is really suffering. I hope the current efforts to find economic possibilities for the area are successful. And I look forward to going back to Elizabeth City for the next artists retreat.

Friday, May 30, 2014

At my house, the fox wins. In this song, Bold Reynard the Fox loses!

Two dawns ago, Ezra's dog Julius starting making a very weird, loud, agitated crooning shrieking noise. Ez ran out to see a fox loping away from the coop with a chicken in its mouth. Turns out it (with or without friends) got four chickens that morning, this one was the last. It's the last straw, I've lost too many chickens to predators in these recent years. I'm giving up, and I really, really love keeping chickens so the decision was a terrible one. Anyway, in vicarious vengeance I post this wonderful song about a rather dreadful custom and I don't want to hear any guff about it. Learned from the singing of the wonderful Bob Fox a long, long time ago, and recorded with pianist Jacqueline Schwab and bassist Robbie Link.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Ploughboy (aka The Lark in the Morning)

It occurred to me: now that I know how to make music videos without any concert footage (ie bogus quasi-animated video), I can revisit some earlier projects. I started with one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite albums of all time, Sedgefield Fair: More or less traditional songs from England & Scotland, "The Plowboy."

The song exists with many Irish, Scottish, and American variants, of course. I don't even remember where I first found this melody. Working it up (and all the others on the album) with pianist Jacqueline Schwab was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life. She thinks in pictures, in scenes, each song was like a little play, we talked about color and movement and her magnificent improvisation was beyond inspiring. We later brought in the wonderful bassist Robbie Link and the resulting innocent, emotional, gentle, passionate arrangements can still bring me to tears.

You can get this track or the whole cd from or: Sedgefield Fair at


Thursday, April 24, 2014

Nervn, nervn: a song about not being able to tolerate the modern world

Randy Kloko and I recorded the third (last) collection of music from the Itzik Zhelonek collection last month and now the cd is out.

He lives far away and we can't do gigs together very often so in order to get this wonderful music heard I've been indulging in long hours of making animated Yiddish music videos with English subtitles. Here is one that just kept me up all night in the making:

With pianist Roger Lynn Spears accompanying, Randy tells the story of a sorry fellow who feels assaulted by the noise and clamor of the modern city. It was 1929 so there was a konke in the street ringing its bell DZHIN DZHIN DZHIN as well as people throwing themselves out windows and running around like dog-catchers. His wife takes him electrizirn which sure sounds like electroshock therapy to me, but Wikipedia said that treatment didn't exist until late in the 1930s, so I'm not sure what exactly was being done to him.

To read the translation, see the post on his song, Nerven Nervn, at my Polish Jewish Cabaret blog.

I make my little cartoon characters in a free program called and then throw them into Adobe Premiere Pro. It's sort of like making soup. I don't have a plan when I get started, I just go line by line figuring out how to illustrate the text.

You can buy (or just listen to) our cd Nervez! Yiddish Songs from Warsaw Volume 3 at Bandcamp.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Buttermilk biscuits

I recently got a request for my buttermilk biscuit recipe. Here it is!

Buttermilk Biscuits

1/4 cup butter
2 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup buttermilk

I use a cheese grater to grate the butter on top of the flour. I add the other dry ingredients and squish it all together with my fingers till it's mixed. I add the buttermilk (it might take a little more or less) and roll it out about 1/2" thick on a floured pastry cloth. I cut it up with a small biscuit cutter and if I'm not too lazy I brush more buttermilk on top of the biscuits. Bake at 450 for about 12-15 minutes. My oven doesn't heat well from the top so at some point I actually turn all the biscuits over so they get brown on both sides.

Friday, April 04, 2014

Hurrah! The third and last Itzik Zhelonek cd is finished: Nervez! - Yiddish Songs from Warsaw

These days life smiles on those who don't believe in delayed gratification. Jerry Brown and I finished mixing this cd around noon today and you can already hear all the music (for free) at the Mappamundi Bandcamp site.

Yiddish Theater Music from Warsaw Poland: Nervez!

I think this is the most word-oriented of the three cds. The songs are clever, thoughtful, cynical, droll, nostalgic, modern, old-fashioned, full of life. I really hope you'll go have a listen: Nervez!. There are translations for all the songs available with download of the album.

The title is pronounced "nehr-VEZ" in Yiddish and it means nervous. The title track - sung by the amazing baritone Randy Kloko - is sung by a guy who is so overwhelmed by the sounds and sights of the modern world that his wife takes him to the doctor and he gets electroshock treatments while the world roars on.

There will be "real" cds in a few weeks. Now I should try to find some places for us to present the music. Ideas of venues that appreciate Jewish music from before World War II?


Sunday, February 16, 2014

How we built the first donkey shed.

I see things I would do differently now: mainly, I would make the footprint of the shed 10x9 instead of 10x10 so there would be an overhang in the back as well as the front.

We used blocks because we didn't want to notch the rafters.

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

In which I meet Roger Kellison, photographer

Last week I went to the Carrboro ArtsCenter to see a local storytelling event called The Monti and there was a photographic exhibit there that knocked my socks off. I bought two pictures there from the exhibit featuring photographer Roger Kellison. Here's one of them:

When I got home, I wanted to get another of the ones I'd seen, but Roger did not have a website. Unacceptable! So I emailed him and said I'd make him one. We did that today. And I got a couple of lovely black and white photos two:

He writes at his flickr site:

My images are frequently drawn from deserted factories, torn posters on NYC walls, wrecked automobiles and other types of decrepitude. The boarded doors, layers of pasted papers, and rusted grillwork, for me, are the tangible evidence of the hopes, dreams, hard work, planning and effort that produced them or the objects and events they advertise.

Sometimes human handiwork is serious and monumental, more often it is comic and flawed. Nevertheless, whether brick, paper, or steel; whether poorly performed or a smash hit; worthless or worthwhile; folly or totally meaningful; all are soon lost beneath the next layer of life's symbols.

He's selling his wonderful color photographs and collages and images of forgotten America at the new, please go have a look and send him a hello!

Thursday, January 02, 2014

Home made DIY standing desk for an elliptical trainer

All of my household kludges are ad-hoc solutions to problems which boil up and then must be instantly solved. In this case, I needed a stand to put a computer on so I could watch movies while I was on the trainer. Previously I'd watched tv but the tv broke.

First I had to make arms with circular cutouts to go over the arms of the elliptical trainer. Measure carefully and make the circle a little bigger in case you made a mistake.

I used a jigsaw to cut out the inside of the forks which would support the computer table.

Because of being a slob, I just eyeballed the outside silhouette of the forked arms and cut them with my jigsaw.

Simple glue blocks (with added screws for safety) will hold your support legs to the table just fine. There are much better solutions than this but it was really fast and I didn't have to buy hardware, which is very expensive these days.

It seemed prudent to glue a front lip to the desk (so the computer wouldn't slide off) and I shimmed the back until it was flat. And there you have it.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Music videos from our December concerts of Yiddish music from Poland

This is my favorite of the new videos so far, "In Odess" :

Odessa was famous as a rather relaxed and secular location where you could "live in progress" as the protagonist promises. The Moldavanke was a Moldavian settlement which predated the rest of the city. At the time of this song it was sort of run down and rowdy. It had a good flea market.

This happy Yiddish music must have seemed so empty and pointless after the Holocaust. For decades Yiddish music has been associated mostly with sorrow. There was a wonderful world of witty, cosmopolitan, frivolous Yiddish music that practically disappeared. If you want to wander in the aisles of forgotten Yiddish theater songs, visit my Polish Jewish Cabaret blog. Happy holidays.

Will Jatropha be the next diesel airplane fuel?

jatropha plant with cluster of fruitsIn 2005 I wrote about biofuel made from jatropha, but excitement over the tropical plant was premature - that boom was a bust.

A good Christmas present: Jatropha is being re-engineered as diesel airplane fuel. Like many people I'm weirded out about genetic modifications (we have seen the horror movies) but this is pretty cool anyway.

Most jatropha bushes are descendants of plants grown on Cape Verde, an archipelago off Africa’s west coast. Cape Verde became the epicenter of jatropha farming 300 years ago, and a single strain of the plant, then valued as living fence to corral livestock, was exported to tropical regions around the globe.

As Dr. Schmidt combed the scientific literature on jatropha, he stumbled across a reference to an obscure 30-year-old paper by the botanist Bijan Dehgan... [who] traveled the world collecting and cataloging the 175 species of the plant, speculating that the species originated in Central America.

Following up on Dr. Dehgan’s thesis that Guatemala was a jatropha Eden, Dr. Schmidt [of SGB] went to Central America... “It was absolutely spectacular the amount of genetic variation that we collected from the center of origin,” he said.

It used to cost $150,000 to genetically map a jatropha line searching for useful mutations. Now it costs $350 and in 2014 it may cost as little as $50, allowing the identification of useful hybrids in the lab at the molecular level before the plants are actually crossbred. Wild jatropha bushes produce six to eight seed-bearing fruits. SGB has plants Guatemala producing 60 fruits in a cluster.

"This used to be a 10-year discovery process," Mr. Mathur said. "It's more like a 10-month process now."

SGB is also identifying the ability to withstand extreme heat or cold, potentially crucial as climate change accelerates.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

My favorite moment from Bodo playing Mae West and singing "Sex Appeal" in 1937

We'll be doing this song Sex Appeal at our concert Saturday night at the ArtsCenter but nobody will be in drag. Isn't this clip so full of life? You can see him sing the whole song (in Polish - we'll do it in Polish and Yiddish) at Youtube.

Complaints Choirs part three

Continued from Part One and Part Two.

The story of the Singapore Complaint Choir is poignant. The founders decided to attempt creating this event even though they were warned off in advance by the government, which sent them an email with guidelines including "No promotion of non-mainstream lifestyle; no complaining about generally accepted community standards."

In the end, the government would not allow any performances because there were Malaysians in the 60-member group (including the conductor). Here is the song they would have performed.

Singapore Complaint Choir Anthem

We get fined for almost anything
Drivers won't give chance when you want to change lane
The indoors are cold, the outdoors are hot;
And the humid air, it wrecks my hair
Those answering machines always make you hold
Only to hang up on you

When a pregnant lady gets on the train
Everyone pretends to be asleep
I'm stuck with my parents till I'm 35
We don't recycle any plastic bags

What's wrong with Singapore?
Losing always makes me feel so sore
Cause if you're not the best
Then you're just one of the rest

My oh my Singapore
What exactly are we voting for?
What's not expressly permitted
is prohibited

When I'm hungry at the food court, I see
People chope seats with their tissue paper
To the auntie staying upstairs:
Your laundry's dripping on my bed sheets
Please don't squat on the toilet seats
And don't clip your nails on MRT

Stray cats get into noisy affairs
At night my neighbor makes weird animal sounds
People put on fake accents to sound posh
And queue up 3 hours for donuts

Singaporeans too kiasu! (so scared to lose)
Singaporeans too kiasi! (so scared to die)
Singaporeans too kiabor! (scared of their wives)
Maybe we're just too stressed out! (even the kids)

Singapore's national bird is the crane (the one with yellow steel girders)
Real estate agents' leaflets clogging up my mailbox (en bloc, en bloc, en bloc, en bloc)
Why can't we be buried when we die?
No one wants to climb Bukit Timah with me


There are not enough public holidays
My neighbor sings all night
Wedding dinners never start on time
My hair is always cut shorter than I want
Channel 5 commercials are way too long
Why do men turn bald?

We have to pay for tap water at restaurants
All the bus stops have tilted benches
We cannot access

Here are a couple more I liked. There are new ones every year.

Complaints choir of Umeå

Complaints choir of Ljubljana

At Complaints Choirs of the World you can find information about all complaints choirs that have been initiated around the world. You can also submit information about an upcoming choir, find fellow complainers and vote for your favourite complaints choir. They don't appear to be updating their website.

From the Times Online:
Chorus of disapproval: the complaints choir
There are choirs who sing fugues on the theme of "food has no taste any more" and yodel to "I can't stop thinking about sex." They chant about tatty bus stops and harmonise on the insufficient length of their vacuum-cleaner cord. In fact, every tedious aspect of modern life has probably passed the lips of a complaints choir, a new kind of performance art that is noisily taking root across the world....

Pretzel chocolate toffee bark with toasted almonds on top.

Chocolate pretzel almond toffeeThere are loads of recipes for this floating around but this was the first time I made it. It is delicious. Though it seemed ridiculously compulsive to line up all the pretzels in a grid, it was then ridiculously satisfying to be able to snap the toffee into perfect rectangular pieces.

Pretzel Toffee Bark

2 cups of square pretzels (I used Snyder Butter Snaps)
1 c. butter (2 sticks)
1 tablespoon light corn syrup (probably optional)
1 c. sugar (white or brown)
2 c. (12 ounce) bag semisweet mini chocolate chips
1 cup sliced almonds, toasted in a dry cast iron skillet

You need a cookie sheet, you don't need to oil it or line it.

We arranged our pretzels in a perfect grid (which makes it delightfully easy to break the toffee into rectangles but is time consuming) covering the whole bottom of the cookie sheet. Then we sprinkled the mini chocolate chips on top of the pretzels. We had the toasted almonds at the ready.

Melt the butter and add the sugar and corn syrup if you're using it and a dash of salt. Boil to 300 degrees (hard crack) or until it's dark brown. Immediately pour over pretzels spreading as evenly as possible while you pour because you won't have long to spread it. But if there are bare spots that is no crime.

Immediately sprinkle with chopped nuts and tamp it all down. Cool completely (in the freezer if you can't wait) and only then break it into pieces.

Your toffee won't make it all the way out to the edge of the pretzels so somehow you will have to steel yourself to eat the combination of pretzels and mini chocolate chips that were left uncovered.

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Friday, December 13, 2013

About creating your own Complaints Choir (part two)

This is a continuation from Part One.
So if you would like to have a Complaints Choir in your town, here is how (adapted from the founders' website):

  1. Invite people to join. Distribute flyers, put up posters, send press releases. Everybody can join, no singing skills required! The more diverse the participants the better. Invite participants to send you complaints before the first meeting.

  2. Find the right composer (and accompanists): The musician has a difficult task. The song has to be composed within a few days and may have to be adapted over the course of the several rehearsals. The musician is also the choir conductor and leads the rehearsals. He or she has to be good in working with amateurs and total non-singers to make them enthusiastic and sing out loud with attitude.

  3. Group the complaints into categories.

  4. The First Choir Meeting: Making the Lyrics

    Start with a warm-up complaining session, more good complaints will pop up. Introduce the categories and read the best complaints from each category to the choir. Ask people to divide up among the categories and edit, combine, and reformulate their material.

    The results of each team are glued to cardboard. Rehearsal ends with every team reading their suggestions to the other teams.

  5. Making the Song: The musicians and a few volunteers from the choir combine the ideas and finalize the lyrics. The musician composes music to go with the lyrics.

  6. Rehearsing: About 3 to 5 rehearsals are sufficient to learn the song since a high level of polish is not necessary. Loudness and good enunciation are the primary goals.

    At the end of each rehearsal food and drinks should be served.

  7. Preparing the Performances: With the choir members, decide on some locations. For some you advertise and invite an audience, but some can be spontaneous in public places. Arrange in advance for a videographer or two. The audio track for the video is generally recorded separately, in a quiet indoor space.

  8. Go out and sing: It will be a long day, so be sure you plan for food breaks.

Here's how we did it:

At the first meeting we organized and edited the complaints which would become our song. This must be a democratic process! I made us a logo for group morale (left).

People had sent me quite a few complaints ahead of time in emails. I printed those out, organized them by categories, and used glue sticks to paste them onto pieces of poster board. I stuck these boards up around the room.

When the meeting opened:
  1. Glenn and I introduced ourselves as the organizers, and then people introduced themselves.
  2. I invited the participants to go around the room and have a look at the various boards.
  3. We all sat down again. I introduced a "complaints warmup" song concocted from some of the earlier emailed complaints.
  4. Participants had an opportunity to compose more complaints - I had brought scratch paper squares for them, and glue sticks.
  5. People took their new complaints and added them to the correct boards.
  6. We invited participants to cluster near the boards which were nearest to their hearts. Those gathered around the Traffic board, for instance, used the next twenty minutes or so to discuss and edit complaints, starring the ones they liked best and crossing out the ones they rejected.
  7. We sat again. Then one representative from each board stood up and read the selected, edited complaints from their category.
  8. We ate, chatted, and said good-bye until next time!
  9. Glenn took the boards home with him and over the next two weeks wrote a song using about half the complaints; we rehearsed that half at the second meeting.
  10. I took the rest of the complaints and added them to the song, using modules of the song Glenn had already written. We practiced the whole thing at our third meeting.

Here are some thoughts from our experience:

I didn't understand why the founders emphasized that there should be "one musician," but we found out. I have worked with Glenn quite a bit in the past, but we were both used to running choruses and we each had our own method. We even disagreed on what "collaboration" means. He found my collaborative style intrusive - I wanted us to do things together, while he wanted to get his piece of the task and do that part entirely alone. Also, he teaches from the piano, because he's a pianist, while I teach by singing parts within the circle of singers (because I'm a singer). It got a little tense.

We had no sponsors of any kind and that was a mistake. Sponsors would have helped with promotion and advertisement, and maybe helped us find places to perform. Since this is all happening on one day, it's very important to advertise your performances effectively. We didn't do very well with that and didn't end up with big audiences.

It turned out to be hard to find legal public spots to perform. Lesson learned: many Complaints Choirs don't ask permission, they just show up somewhere and sing, figuring they'll be gone before the police show up with the paddy wagon. However, it would have been annoying to set up and be forced to disperse in the middle of our song. Also, if you do it that way, you can't advertise your performances.

You have to have a place to go after your performances to record the song (which will later be synched to the video). It should be quiet. And by the way, video synching is not so easy!

Our singers ranged from complete beginners - who didn't read music and had never in a group before - to experienced singers. We provided two kinds of learning aids, therefore: mp3 files for people who learn by ear and printed sheet music (Glenn and I both use Sibelius) for those who read music.

Glenn made midi files of the piano accompaniment for people to practice with - it turned out to be handy to use Audacity (a free program) to make mp3 files out of the midis. We posted everything on a website so people could practice between rehearsals.

Here's our song again in case you missed the first post:

Here's another one I like: The Complaint Choir of Wroclaw


Thursday, December 12, 2013

About creating the Durham-Chapel Hill Complaints Choir (part one)

2010 Durham Chapel Hill Complaints ChoirTrue to my motto "I Can't Keep Up," I didn't hear of Complaints Choirs until 2010 - the movement began five years earlier when in 2005 a couple living in Helsinki (Tellervo Kalleinen and her husband Oliver Kochta-Kalleinen) were complaining about the cold. Tellervo said: in Finnish Valituskuoro means "Complaints Choir" and is used in situations where a lot of people are complaining simultaneously. Eureka! They started a movement! Since then there have been choirs created around the world.

It's an odd project. You gather a bunch of strangers together, collate their complaints about the universe (no matter how petty or overwhelming) set them to music, rehearse the long-form song that is the end product, and perform it in several locations. Then it's all over.

The minute I heard of this I decided to have a complaints choir here in the Durham/Chapel Hill area. It would have been impossible to do it without local pianist, composer and arranger Glenn Mehrbach whom I wheedled into joining me. Our performances took place on May 2, 2010 - then we disbanded. Here's the video. I wrote the short prologue and Glenn wrote the rest. He did a fabulous job, it's very catchy.

The Helsinki Complaints Choir is one of my favorites.

From a one-hour Complaints Choir documentary: "What are you complaining about? This is the question two Finnish artists have asked in all four corners of the world in documentary director Ada Bligaard Søby's docu-musical. Their aim is not to pour salt in the wounds of the world's grumpy complainers, but to let everyone vent their dissatisfaction about everything from parking fines to climate change in a liberating chorus of whining harmonies."

Here's the The Chicago Complaints Choir

Continued: Part Two

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Suvganiyot (Hannukah doughnuts)

This is a repost of our family recipe, which I got from my ex-father-in-law many years ago - he found it in the Jerusalem Post - it's for an Israeli, Sephardi type of Hanukah donut that does not have jelly in it and is not rolled out on a cutting board.

Modestly: this recipe has been honed to perfection. It feeds about four people who are eating nothing else for dinner. Last night I made a triple recipe, but about five people we expected didn't come, so I dumped the left-over donut batter into a greased cake pan and baked it - it became a lovely loaf of orange yeast bread which I cut up and sent home with the guests. No waste! Except for all that oil...

1996 Sufganiyot - BEST EVER

1 tablespoon yeast (fast rise will be safer)
2 tablespoons brown sugar
1 cup flour
1 cup water
1/4 cup orange juice concentrate (do not dilute)
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup sugar
2 tablespoons oil
1 egg
around 2 cups flour (or a little less)

Mix first four ingredients and stir fifty times to make a "sponge." Let rise in a bowl covered with a kitchen towel for an hour or more (more is better).

Add the rest of the ingredients and beat vigorously. This makes a very wet dough. Do not fear: you will not be rolling it out. Wet is good. Let it rise for another hour or more.

Heat two quarts of cooking oil (have a little more at the ready just in case) to 350 degrees in an electric frying pan or deep-fat fryer. Tear up some brown paper bags on which you'll drain the donuts.

Make cinnamon sugar (about a cup of confectioners sugar and as much cinnamon as your crew likes). Put it in a medium-sized paper bag. If your bag has holes in it you're going to be sorry.

OK, time to begin. With a big spoon dip out some of your gooey dough and drop it into the hot oil. It will behave like spider man, stretching all over the place. Make weird shapes, it's fun. Don't make the doughnuts too big or they won't cook well in the middle. Don't crowd the frying pan or the temperature will get too low.

The doughnuts will soon bob up to the surface and you'll want to turn them over fairly soon, using a slotted spoon or tongs. You'll turn them several times before they're done - which is when they are a pretty dark brown on both sides. Try one and see.

As some get taken out of the pan, put in more. Don't crowd them.

Drain them on the paper bags. When they're somewhat cooled, pop them into the cinnamon sugar bag and shake. Put on a plate or directly into the mouths of the avidly waiting consumers.

Do NOT make these unless you have a lot of people around to eat them - and to help you clean up. Makes 28 doughnuts, enough for four people who are eating nothing else for dinner or 6 people who are only moderately piggy.


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