I'm having major homesickness today. Tomorrow is Kinkling Day, and I haven't had kinklings since before I left Maryland to get married. The only place to find them is in Frederick County around Shrove Tuesday. (They're a relative of the "fastnacht"---I have no idea how they came to be called "kinklings" locally.) I have a terrible case of nostalgia, thinking about those pillowy, sugary goodies.
I do have a recipe my dad sent me once, but no experience in making a dough that requires rising and frying in deep fat. I'd end up maimed or burn down the kitchen if I tried it.
I have never heard of kinklings. Are they like zeppoles?