When I was a little girl, living on Xavier Street in a Denver suburb, my mom and the gentleman next door would swap recipes. I'm not sure what Mom shared with Uncle Ed (all adults in my orbit were either Mr./Mrs. or Uncle/Aunt. No first names EVER)
But Uncle Ed shared one wonderful cabbage & hamburger stuffed dough recipe, and one
Not sure why they are called donuts, because they are made in muffin tins.
But they are fabulous. And a bit of work and mess.
Sadly, the younger generation (me) has gotten all lazy and slothful.
So I throw the whole mess in a cake pan.
It still tastes fabulous.
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