We are supplied with a great deal of scientific information concerning foods that are good for you. Of course, the scientific pronouncements change frequently on you. Sometimes for instance coffee is great, while other times you are lucky to be alive if you have swallowed it. That being the case I thought that I would write about a food or two that are steadier in how they are viewed. That is, foods that taste good!
One of these is the doughnut. You will note that it is a doughnut not a donut. The simple fact is that doughnuts are made out of dough. They are not made out of “do” which is a minor musical term that has nothing to with this delicious treat. Doughnuts mostly come with a hole in the center although there are a few exceptions. The hole was originally created so that you could put your finger through it while your hands were full of other items. This enable the careful eater to eat around his finger while making certain that he did not eat the final bite until he could put his/her armload down.
Naturally though it did not take the bakers long to realize that they had these holes all over the place wasting lots of dough – not do’s. So the smart bakers cooked them as well and made even more profit selling them to folks who could not afford a whole doughnut. It is said that Rockefeller borrowed funds from Hiram von Bakr a doughnut master in Pennsylvania so he could drill his first oil well near Titusville, PA. That may or may not be an actual fact, but there is no question that the holes became very profitable,
Now my preference is for cake doughnuts. At one time I liked glazed doughnuts, but when I was a freshman in college, my Dad owned a small restaurant. I often worked there and while so doing ate so many glazed ones that fifty years later I still can’t stand them. We were in London once, and I noticed a man on the street with a box of Krispy Kreme’s. We later went into Harrods’s where I once had a breakfast pizza with bacon and eggs on top. It was also good.
However, this time when we went to their food court (for which they have a higher class name that I can’t remember), we found a complete Krispy Kreme assembly line with hot doughnuts coming down a conveyor belt. I did not expect that in merry old London. The Blond and I did not want any of that finished product, so we went out into the nearby streets and found what looked like a great bakery. Right in the window was the greatest looking doughnut we had ever seen.
We marched in to buy a couple. Then we found out that just one was 2.50 pounds. Based on the currency exchange at that time, it meant that bit of dough was going to cost about $4.00 in US funds. We did not give up though as we bought one and shared it. It was the most expensive one we ever had – but it was good! It is duly noted that they did not have any glazed ones at that or any other price. In fact, their total supply of glazed doughnuts was – zip!
I did not mean to spend all this time on just one food that tastes good. There are others like cupcakes for example. I am not that great a fan of cakes, but cupcakes are a different matter. Not only are they good, but they useful in many ways. I will illustrate one significant use for them. This will take a little explanation, but it will be of benefit to all who read this. A few years back when I was young and feisty, I determined to lose some weight.
When I do something I do it right. I immediately realized that it was not breakfast or dinner that was causing my weight gain. It was simply what I was eating for lunch. So I had The Blond make a batch of cupcakes. I then had two cupcakes and a hardboiled egg for lunch. The Blond thought it was ridiculous diet. She thought so even after I lost weight on it. In fact, looking back she still thinks it is ridiculous. There is no question that I should have sent this diet to a respected medical journal so they could get someone to confirm my findings, but I was too busy at work.
It is never too late though, so excuse me while I go find my good wife and let her know that I need some cupcakes!
Villager Barry Evans writes about life in The Villages.