My grandma used to make homemade doughnuts. These were different. They were savory. We dropped the word nuts and just called the dough by its' flavor. Many people found it odd, but coming from the old world she (and we as children) didn't know. We just didn't. Our favorite was dill.
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We would run down the block singing, jumping, dancing and clapping, "Grandma's making her dill dough. Soon we'll be eating Grandma's dill dough!" (Repeat chorus.) Nobody else ever joined in on our excitement. It took us a few years to figure out why.
(Micheline and I saw this while walking in Manhattan at lunchtime. This pic is from my phone. I'm sure it tastes nothing like my grandma's.)
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