Venus and Mars…..and Donuts


Men and women are very different in many ways. There are many things that either sex will ever understand about the other, but will accept it as a part of their existence.

For instance, women will never understand why men:

Hate to stop and ask for directions or help

Are obsessed with the remote control (maybe it’s the “control” part)

Can remember plays of a basketball game, or who won a game 10 years ago, but will struggle to remember anniversaries and birthdays

Will settle disputes with a game of rock, paper, scissors.

In the same respect, men will never understand why women:

Love brunch

Will go shopping just to browse

Can cry at a commercial

Will have an uncontrollable monthly breakdown, where she cries at the drop of a hat, insists she’s fat and that you think so, and will then proceed to eat chocolate even though she insists she is “fat”.

It’s a weird cycle, we know guys. Bear with us.

Once a month I suddenly feel my a## is the size of a house. And then I bake. It makes no sense, but helps in the moment. This is one of those times.

But, guys, don’t pretend like you don’t like that you benefit from getting to eat the results of said monthly, emotional breakdowns. Here are your donuts.


S’mores donuts

The recipe is courtesy of Mama Pea. The only change I made was cutting back slightly on the sugar. I reduced the amount to a half cup and they were plenty sweet with the chocolate ganache on top. Mi-Del whole wheat graham crackers work really well with this recipe. I ended up leaving half of the dough plain and added chocolate chips (like the recipe calls for) to the other half. Both were delicious, but I like variety.

Seriously, so good. I’ll rock, paper, scissors you for the last one.