My in-laws brought fried dough with them from NY.  This area of PA wasn’t familiar with fried dough.

They have lots of stories about making fried dough and leaving dough in the back of a warm car…LOL.

They’ve made it for our church Christmas party for years so I usually get to eat it once a year.

This year I’ll have it twice because my husband’s sister was hungry for it and asked my MIL to make some while she and her family were visiting for Thanksgiving.

I must confess that I wrote this post to torment my husband’s cousin.  

Hi J in MN!  I thought of you while I was chewing away.  
Don’t hate me too much.   Now you’ll have to make some yourself.