Let’s just start with the simple truth. I love donuts. I used to overstate an immature preference for one variety over another however this was in large part due to accessibility issues rather than an intense flavor loyalty. To be perfectly honest, I like small donuts, large donuts, donuts with holes, donuts without holes, long johns, powdered donuts, cake donuts and you can imagine the list I could compile.

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This has been a deeply fulfilling, long lasting love. No fly by night fancy here. They are the perfect melding of two other things I love – pastry and great American flavors. Apple cinnamon, anyone? Orange frosting? Maple and Bacon? Or the venerable caramel? Really? No takers? That is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. (Tragic unintentional reference to lettuce. I bet you were thinking Titanic.)

Not lost on me is the variety of outlets where donuts can be procured: franchises, mom and pop operations, local favorites, national market leaders, or the simple homemade recipe. Daylight. Dunkin’. Krispy. Just using the alphabet, folks, don’t be offended. These are mere details. Do I have a favorite? Well sure, but that, too, is an unimportant detail when faced with going without or soaking in the aroma and feel of these delectable delights melting in my mouth.

If Jill were to say to me, “Jack, we are having homemade donuts and coffee for dinner tonight and oh by the way, there is enough for breakfast tomorrow, too.” I would be ecstatic. If a friend called with an invitation to a Friday morning meet-up at the donut shop down the street, it would be an obvious “Yes!” For that matter, Monday or Tuesday or “any day that ends in y” would produce the same results.

Now you may question this deep and abiding love. You may even be stretching your mind to find potential exclusions to this erstwhile obsession. But I assure you, if you study the food pyramid promoted by the Surgeon General, you will find donuts listed. It’s in there – keep looking. This is of course the foundation for any sensible diet and you have my permission to begin restructuring your menu now while there is still time.

There was a period of my own personal history when a half dozen donuts was considered acceptable meal replacement by my calorie thrashing younger self. It may be that my diabetic induced limit is the only reason I do not closely resemble this ultimate concoction of a confectioner’s creation. And before your next thought completely forms, rest assured in the entirely non-scientific belief that the love of donuts does not contribute to the afore-mentioned epidemic. At least for me. For you, it may be different. Still, where serious question on this topic may arise, further study should be used to determine any suspect fact. In my mind, blind faith is always preferred when it comes to donuts.

“Oh look! We’re pulling into a travel stop! No doubt they will be able to provide additional fuel for this discussion on a small part of what makes my world roll.”

That’s one step further down the road,

Jack