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Isn't that a gorgeous tray of golden fried, sugar crusted donuts.

Except it isn't! What you see up there are in fact sugar donut muffins. This was the first recipe I thought of the moment I had a successful batch of caramel sauce.

When Valerie filled her muffin tins with batter and added a drizzle of caramel on top, she fully intended the caramel to sink in the middle and become a filling for a muffin.

My caramel sauce must be heavier for it sort of sunk and then created donut holes. Which is fab because I seem to have accidentally discovered a dessert that looks like part muffin, part donut. And once brushed with butter and dipped in sugar, tastes better than either!
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Suganya said…
Yummy looking donuts.... Nice Pic. Turned out perfect for u... YUM!
April 26, 2011 at 11:59 PM
Swati Sapna said…
Hey, I have recently started following ur blog and love the recipes, the pictures and the uncluttered layout. You have a great space here :) and im super thrilled with ur other blog! Im a complete bookworm and there are some books that jus call out to the foodie in you :D its a fab idea!!
have got an award for you on my blog... consider it a getting-to-know-each-other ritual...lol!!
do check it out.
April 27, 2011 at 12:32 AM
Srivalli said…
Those look so fab Simmi..this is what is called accidental wonder?..very nice
April 27, 2011 at 10:27 AM
Kalyan Karmakar said…
where were these at breakfast? sob...looks yum
April 27, 2011 at 11:55 AM
CurryLeaf said…
WOW AWESOME. Must try this Simran. Accidents are welcome if we get wonderful results. I was thinking it was baked donuts.
April 27, 2011 at 12:12 PM
Saucy Siciliana said…
These doughnuts look so appealing. I lived in New Delhi for 5 years with my family but we never managed to see Bombay. We love Indian food and we miss India so much. I found you through my friend theweekendepicurean and I-m following you from Trapani, Sicily.
April 27, 2011 at 11:19 PM
Unknown said…
Oh wow. Those look amazing, and I remember Val's description of these. Wanted to make them ever since :)
May 6, 2011 at 9:42 PM
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