Book Club, Girls' Edition: "The Smuggler's Treasure" An American Girl Mystery

It’s book club time again! We ate well this month after reading The Smuggler’s Treasure, an American Girl History Mystery set in New Orleans during the War of 1812.

I had the chance to visit New Orleans a few years ago – back before Katrina – and so we talked about the culture and what makes the city unique – the Cajun culture, the heat and humidity, the architecture – and then we talked about the food. Food is always fun to talk about, but especially when the book you’ve read is set in a bakery!

Our club meeting just happened to be scheduled for Fat Tuesday, or Shrove Tuesday, and while that wasn’t mentioned in the book, beignets were – and since I come from an area where doughnuts are the traditional way to fry the fat and sugar out of your cupboards before Lent, we decided to do the same.

First we got our dough ready. Beignets use yeast, so we talked about the science of how yeast makes bread rise as we watched it wake up and act. The girls seemed to think that was pretty cool.

When the dough was ready, we rolled it out and used a pizza cutter to shape the squares. I wasn’t sure we’d have enough at this point, because we really wanted to be able to share outside the club, so we started on another batch.

Then we moved them to a tray so we could roll and slice the second batch …

and while all of the dough was rising, we headed off to talk future careers. The main characters of our story were torn – one wanted to run the bakery someday, while the other wanted a different life. After the girls each shared their dreams for their own future, they thought about how they would market their bakery – if they had one. Each girl came up with a name and logo for her bakery – except for these three. They decided to work together and did the project jointly.

Next it was time to fry the beignets. The girls watched from a safe distance, and then after they drained, we dropped three into their bags on top of a small pile of powdered sugar, just as they’re served in Cafe du Monde now.

Then it was time to do the happy beignet dance and shake that sugar all over the hot pastries! My Little Man couldn’t bear to be left out of this fun, so he grabbed a bag, designed his own logo, and hopped in line.