Chapter 7 - Fathers Day (Part 3)

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𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝚈 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙰 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙾𝙼

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𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝚈
𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙰 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙾𝙼...



















...𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽.
𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴.

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IN THE TARDIS

Andrea and the Doctor made their way into the kitchen, placing on their aprons as Andrea tied her hair back.

"Right so now that the dough is ready we have to roll out the dough on a lightly floured work surface into a roughly 20 x 25cm rectangle about 1cm thick." Andrea instructs as the Doctor takes out a rolling pin and starts flattening the dough as Andrea tries to roughly show how big it should be.

" Then we cut the dough into 20 x 5cm squares." Andrea said as both her and the Doctor began diving up the dough into squares.

"Do you have a deep fat fried or shall we use a saucepan?" Andrea asks looking around the kitchen.

"We have a deep fat fryer" The Doctor said looking through a cupboard before pulling one out and handing it to Andrea.

"Ok , it then says to fry the beignets in batches for 3 mins, turning occasionally with tongs, until puffed up and golden brown. Lift the beignets onto the paper to drain, then move to a wire rack, dust generously with icing sugar" Andrea reads.

Working in unison Andrea fry's the beignets before moving them over to the Doctor who then drains them and then dusts with icing sugar.

"There we go all done" The Doctor says grinning at Andrea who smiles back.

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