In my mode of half asleep while the boys came rambling down the stairs into my room, I responded, "You can get your own breakfast this morning boys." They responded with an enthusiastic, "Ok!" Little did I know that they had other plans than getting the step ladder to reach the cereal in the pantry and the milk out of the fridge... I opened my door to this: Grandma Marsha has instilled in them a love of our little donut maker (just like hers...Thank you Auntie Lori for the gift you gave us years ago at Christmas!). Whenever they're at her house for breakfast, it's what they ask for. Pour the dough into the little molds, shut the maker and boom, you've got yourself some mini "donuts". I did not expect them to whip up a batch, and likely if they had asked, would've told them no. It requires getting a recipe, gathering ingredients, following the recipe and then pouring and baking them in a super hot device. Although they've h...