Sunday, February 5, 2012


I've had worse things in my mouth than Alison's donuts.
* Dirt.
* Beans.
* A hickory nut worm

The worm was a trick played on me in my childhood. And you didn't believe me when I said I was raised by wolves. It was my father who tricked me.

Seriously, though, the donuts weren't bad. As Uncle James called it, "baked donut = tiny cake."

And they were very, very pretty.

A good day's work.

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