Taking the pieces of fried dough out of the oil and placing them on toweling to drain, the Pres continued to stack the "done to perfection" pieces.
Salivating as I stirred the sauce, I took a piece of fried dough and ate it...just plain!
Mouthwateringly delicious, the sauce came to a slow boil. Carefully we placed heaping spoons of homemade meat sauce on a piece of golden fried dough topping it with parmesan.
Slowly the stack began to disappear...one by one...but not entirely! There was more than enough for leftovers.
Yes, fried dough...it really hit the spot!
Do you ever make fried dough? What do you top yours with?