Beignets beignets beignets. I could live off of only beignets and be a happy, satisfied person, with no wants in life. There is nothing in this world better than a good beignet. My experience with beignets starts at the cusp of my earliest memories… When I was young we would go to Newport Bay Restaurant for brunch on occasional Sundays. They had a wonderful buffet spread full of muffins, cheeses, fruits, breads, cappuccino fudge bars, and any other delicious brunch buffet item you can think of. In addition to this lovely variety they also had standard omelets, eggs Benedict, and your traditional breakfast fare. But the true reason I so fondly remember this wonderful, coastal-themed restaurant, was not the main items on the menu but the baskets of beignets they would bring to your table. I would devour these lightly powdered pieces of deliciousness, with a ravenous delight. As soon as the basket was bare I would call out ‘Beignets, beignets, beignets’; it became my mantra.
As time passed Newport Bay discontinued their brunch buffet, and with it their beignets. I was, to put it simply, devastated. Beignets are not a common menu item outside of the French Quarter. I thought I might never taste a delicious beignet again until I was able to make my way down to their hometown of New Orleans, and I didn’t have hopes that would be happening any time soon. But then a miracle happened in the form of a small cafe down the road from my house. Cafe Beignet was a small little hole in the wall coffee shop with the biggest heart and soul, and the best beignets I have ever tasted. Saturday mornings would find my mother and I walking our dog Cinnamon down to the cafe. We’d sit outside on the patio enjoying mouthwatering beignets, and hearty quiche, along with a tasty German Chocolate Mocha or Italian soda. It quickly became our weekly tradition; no rain or snow would stop us from making our trek. We became close with the family that owned the place; they knew our usual orders, and had a soft spot for Cinnamon. Unfortunately, being a small family owned business there came a time when they wanted to retire, and the cafe closed.
Now, before I go on, I realize there must be some of you who are asking what in the world is a ‘beg-net’? A Beignet (ben-yay) is a sort of French doughnut. Basically it is a type of sweet bread dough, fried in oil and covered in powdered sugar, they are most famous in New Orleans at the Cafe Du Monde. Now you may be asking what’s so special about a doughnut? Well, that cannot be put into words.
Since the cafe closed there have been a couple other places that I have discovered deliver the delectable dish, but none so close to home. There is always Cafe Du Monde, which I have yet to visit; then there is Ralph Brennan’s Jazz Kitchen in Downtown Disney, California; and a small place in Helena, MT called Cafe Zydeco.
With my go-to beignet provider gone I struggled to find something to fill the void. Up until now I was extremely timid at the prospect of creating my own beignets from scratch; it seemed a task as daunting as baking for gods. I had no experience frying something in oil. I knew it must take extreme skill and care, of proportions which I did not possess. Recently though I realized the best I can do is step up to the stove and go for it; I know more about beignets than the average amateur baker so why not try my hand at the craft. I also really wanted my friends to understand my obsession with beignets, and that could not be described without actual taste experience.
I started by finding a well reviewed recipe online from http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Beignets/
Ingredients
- 2 1/4 teaspoons active dry yeast
- 1 1/2 cups warm water (110 degrees F/45 degrees C)
- 1/2 cup white sugar
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 2 eggs
- 1 cup evaporated milk
- 7 cups all-purpose flour
- 1/4 cup shortening
- 1 quart vegetable oil for frying
- 1/4 cup confectioners’ sugar
*I used coconut oil for my shortening, and added 2-3 Tbs of honey, as well as some cinnamon–I think this really helped the flavor of the dough. Others have used vanilla extract, but I didn’t have any.
Directions