My parents-in-law borrowed our kitchen last night and made 30 dozen fasnachts for family and friends. Words fail to describe what's it like to be woken up by the scent of fresh donuts frying. And the taste of a warm fasnacht dipped in sugar - oh, my. Truly a labor of love . . .
Eli was up at about 4 and did a small photo shoot of the making. (He also ate a fasnacht or two in the process!)