Heather had to go home early because she has important work to do. She texted me from the bus apologising for not asking me about some stuff that has been going on in my life this week. Then our texts crossed which basically said the same thing. We had bigger fish to fry! Namely little Mexican doughnut thingies that go by the name of Sopaipillas.
Hmm, tricky. They were tasty, but I think my flat was too cold for the dough to rise as it should. Might try them again in the summer. Does Sopaipillas mean “little pillows” by any chance? I seem to remember having these at a place in Denver when I was about 22 years old and on a working holiday on a summer camp. A few of us went on a road trip and went to a massive Mexican restaurant that had a WATERFALL in the middle. Once every half an hour a man would dive off the top of the waterfall into the pool below. Each table had a little flag on it and if you wanted more Sopaipillas you moved the flag to the top and they bought you some for free. I thought it was the coolest place I had ever been to. Wonder if it is still there?
Recipe from: A Treasury of Great Recipes.