Kinkling Time


Photo by Jenice Martz

Every year in Maryland and vicinity there is a lot of baking going on.
It’s called Shrove Tuesday and falls

February 28, 2017 Tuesday

Fasnachts were made as a way to empty the pantry of lard, sugar, fat, and butter, which were traditionally fasted from during Lent.

In parts of Maryland, the treats are called Kinklings, and are only sold in bakeries on Shrove Tuesday. The German version is made from a yeast dough, deep fried, and coated or dusted in sugar or cinnamon sugar; they may be plain or filled with fruit jam. Pennsylvania Dutch fasnachts can often be potato doughnuts, and may be uncoated, powdered with table sugar, or dusted with confectioner’s sugar.

It’s Kinkling Mania.

Better Then Krispy Cremes

My Grandmother’s Martz original recipe:

1 cup sugar
4 lbs flour (16 cups)
1 qt. milk (scalded and cooled)
4 eggs, well beaten
8 tbsp shortening or lard
2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. nutmeg (optional)
2 cakes yeast

Soften yeast in water and add 1 tsp. Sugar to milk, stir. Stir in yeast. Cover and let rise in warm place till doubled. Stir in eggs, butter, remaining sugar, salt, nutmeg and enough flour so mixture can no longer be stirred with a spoon. Cover and let rise till double. Punch down dough and divide in 2 portions. On a floured board roll out to 1/2? thickness, cut with doughnut cutter (or large glass), place on trays and let rise till doubled. Fry in deep fat until brown, turn to brown other side. Drain on paper towels. Makes about 4 dozen.

My dad loved King syrup in his.

kingsyrup

Good Ole Days


“My mama told me a story about me when I was small. She would make dozens and dozens of kinklings, a form of a doughnut that is popular in the area I am from.”

One time I mistakenly used flour instead of powered sugar too coat them, they were terrible.

I received a package in the mail the other day. A box of Kinklings and King syrup from my relatives in Maryland. They have a KINKLING making party every Feb-March.
The temps here have been in the low 80’s for a few days so they were nice and warm when I opened my mailbox 🙂

I immediately made coffee and settled down for a snack.

The sticky King syrup ran down my chin and I just continued indulging over the sink.

They were so good. I have a few left, they do not last long in my kitchen.

Recipe for Kinklings

My Grandmother’s Recipe

1 cup sugar
4 lbs flour (16 cups)
1 qt. milk (scalded and cooled)
4 eggs, well beaten
8 tbsp shortening or lard
2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. nutmeg (optional)
2 cakes yeast

Soften yeast in water and add 1 tsp. Sugar to milk, stir. Stir in yeast. Cover and let rise in warm place till doubled. Stir in eggs, butter, remaining sugar, salt, nutmeg and enough flour so mixture can no longer be stirred with a spoon. Cover and let rise till double. Punch down dough and divide in 2 portions. On a floured board roll out to 1/2″ thickness, cut with doughnut cutter (or large glass), place on trays and let rise till doubled. Fry in deep fat until brown, turn to brown other side. Drain on paper towels. Makes about 4 dozen.

More Memories

When lighting a burner or oven with no pilot light, always light the match first, place it at the burner, and then turn the range knob. I did the opposite. I had a drastic buzz cut in 1980. My gas stove SINGED my beautiful long hair and my eyebrows. I went to the barber and he buzzed it. I went cross-country on a greyhound bus. My mama gave me a wig for the trip. I woke from a nap and persons were walking on it (The Wig) in the isle. Everyone in Salt Lake was like “I love your hair, who did it?” I told them the stove scenario. I said to get the curly effect perm first, than singe, than BUZZ.
The year was 1973.My daughter was so excited, she was going to her grandma’s for the weekend. They had planned on a trip to the nearby zoo. My Mama said I think while she is here we will bake some cookies. They will be a delicious treat. We can even put some into the picnic basket to take along. She told my daughter they would make the cookies from scratch and to get the ingredients out of the cupboard.

My daughter exclaimed Grandma, I found everything you asked me too but I can’t find the scratch anywhere

My dad would always bring a brown paper bag home with him from the store. He would come in and immediately sit the bag on top of the refrigerator. My sisters and I knew there was lots of different penny candies just waiting for us. There was a rule, no candy until after dinner. Of course, rules are made to be broken and I was always the one to break them. I was eight or nine at the time and to short to reach the top. Dad had went to his chair and turned the television on. I slowly and quietly moved a chair to the front of the fridge. In just moments my mouth would be filled with sweet and creamy caramels. The ones with the white crèmes in the middle.
Yummy, success as I gingerly rubbed my filled tummy
Later, after dinner he reaches up and gets the bag. To my utter shock he starts counting the pieces. He said “mama, looks like some candy is missing here”
One by one he asks each of us Did you eat any candy?
Of course I was the one, they were innocent.

He asks me straight out Did you eat any candy?
I look him straight in the eye smiling and remark Of course not daddy, they must have short changed you at the store
He sit there looking very upset and had a worried look come over his face.
Then he said Well, I hate to say this, but some of that candy, the ones with the white crème center had something in them that makes kids very sick, they could even die
I immediately fell to my knees and said Daddy, take me the hospital, I feel very sick and think I am dying.
I then INSISTED and said I am dying, I know I am
No candy for me that night and none for weeks to come.
Lesson learned.

Hooking School
On some cold, bitter, snow days I just hated the thought of walking out that long lane to catch the school bus. I started figuring out ways to make my mama think I was sick. She always said if you are running a fever you can spend the day at home with me. If not, you can get your little self out the door and on to school.
My first attempt with the thermometer worked. I would put it over the gas burner and watch the temperature go up.
It did this very fast so I had to be really be careful. Sure enough my mama says
My goodness, I had no idea you had such a fever, back to bed right now
I loved those days, she would bring me hot tea and cinnamon toast and ice towels to lower my self induced fever.
The last time it didn’t work. I held it over the burner too long and POP it went; those little mercury balls were rolling all over the stove.
Needless to say I went to school that day.

Another time I was trying to rob the kitty-bank on top a very high cupboard. I thought the easiest way to accomplish this feat would be to stand on the edge of the lower shelf. This was not a good idea. The entire cupboard came crashing down on top of me. Glasses were broken~ the kitty-bank, change everywhere.
Mama was so worried that it had injured my head that she kept me home from school.
Success.