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Speaking of donuts, which I was in my last post, reminded me of when I was the owner, with a partner, of a donut shop and cafe. It was a long time ago and I was working full time as a paralegal. The attorney I worked for thought it would be a great idea for his wife, Sue, and I to buy this little shop.
Before you could say "huh" we were the proud owners of a donut and sandwich shop. She worked in the shop full time and I worked one or two days on the weekends. At least that was the schedule when our baker showed up at 2 a.m. every morning to make the donuts. The times when the baker called in sick or went on vacation were a whole different story. With no baker, it was up to Sue and I to go in at 2 a.m. and attempt to make donuts. Even though the baker (who we later found out was a convicted felon) had "trained" us both in the art of donut making, our middle of the night donut making escapades were pretty much a comedy of errors. With a lot of laughter and sometimes a few tears, we always got the dozens and dozens of donuts made and frosted and on trays in the display cabinet for a 6 a.m. opening.
All these years later, it is not the working every weekend, or the not quite getting our little business to yield a profit, or even the pain of getting up to go in at 2 a.m. to make donuts, that I remember the most about this venture. What I remember the most is how a broken donut, fresh out of the fryer, iced with a little bit of chocolate frosting, tasted so good at 4 o'clock in the morning.