The Better Baker
She's a good cook… but she's a Better Baker
Have you ever heard of a Brown Bobby?
July 24, 2009 by mrsbaker11
I’m doing this post per request…

This appliance is called a “Brown Bobby Machine.” It has a cloth-covered cord…that should give you a clue to how old it is.
My grandparents purchased this little machine about 1910. My grandmother made the ‘greaseless donuts’ and my dad and his siblings sold them door to door, in little cartons, similar to our egg carton today.

I wasn’t able to get a clear picture of the metal plate on the bottom front of the base, but this is what it reads…
BROWN BOBBY
Greaseless Doughnut Machine
Equipped with hold-heet elements
Food Display Machine Corp.
6 Amps Chicago, USA 105-120 volts
They’re really not greaseless ~ they’re just not fried in oil like a ‘normal’ doughnut ~ they’re baked! I normally use my 1/3 cup measuring cup to measure out the dough to drop onto the hot iron – close the lid and let them bake for 3 minutes and you have a yummy tasting treat.
BROWN BOBBIES
2 cups sugar (I substitute half with Splenda)
1 cup lard (I use Crisco)
3 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla extract
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking soda
2 tsp. baking powder
1 T. mace (or nutmeg if you prefer)
2 cups buttermilk
4 cups flour
1 cup lard (I use Crisco)

3 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla extract
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking soda
2 tsp. baking powder
1 T. mace (or nutmeg if you prefer)
2 cups buttermilk
4 cups flour
Blend sugar and lard until smooth – beat in eggs, and add vanilla, then salt, soda, baking powder and mace. Alternate adding buttermilk and flour until batter is smooth. Bake in heated machine on high for 3 minutes.
(If you don’t have a BB machine, but want to try something different – try using a waffle iron)
My kids have great memories of being at my parents’ home and enjoying brown bobbies there, so I asked my daughter, Deb, to share some of her memories of those special days at Grandma’s.

Brown bobbys are one thing my brothers & I remember very fondly when we talk about our grandma! She would make bunches of them and let us eat them until we were almost SICK. She always had hot coffee brewing, and mixed with the smell of the baking brown bobbys – Ooooh did her house smell yummy. She’d have Strawberry freezer jam and when we were conservative in putting it on, she’d add more like strawberry jam as if she was making us an ice cream sundae. We could never eat too many of them where she was concerned, and a few times she’d make a whole new batch when the first ones ran low…