The Burrow

I have met the devil. I lost the battle for my soul. It doesn't look like much, sitting on the island surrounding the cooktop. It's small and light and easy to lift. The handle tilts up and out of the way. There's even a plastic lid to keep the used oil from sloshing over the sides when the machine is stored. The cord goes in one way, and one way only, and I made sure that it couldn't be pulled out inadvertently. The instructions were quite clear. This was a dangerous piece of machinery. If only they knew just how dangerous it was. I found a recipe for Faux Cronuts on-line. It was right up my alley - open a package, deep fry, dip in sugar/cinnamon mix, eat. The fact that the package had two boxtops for Prince Elementary School's collection box just added to the joy..... as if it needed any enhancement from external sources. I'm a carb-aholic. Sweets don't do much for me. I've never eaten chocolate - not a candy ba...