2006aug13. I made my seasonal trek to the pastry shoppe today to purchase a do-nut. This is the do-nut purveyor that is closest to where I live, yet it was my first visit.
“How can I help you?”
“Yes, do you have any custard do-nuts?”
“We have these two, one with a maple topping, one with chocolate ... and it’s actually not custard anymore, it’s Vienna cream ... custard has dairy products in it, eggs ... so it can’t last more than 48 hours.”
“I will have the chocolate, thank you.”
On one hand, I do appreciate the educational lesson. Learning more about do-nuts is at the top of any sane person’s priorities. But on the other hand, what? Do-nuts should be sticking around for three days, minimum? These are not do-nuts that interest me. I figured this all out after exiting the establishment. “How old are you, my friend?” The do-nut did not respond. Perhaps this do-nut shop needs to start thinking more modular. Years ago I purchased a “custard” do-nut at another Bay Area do-nut shoppe and the cashier pulled a huge metal contraption from under the counter, rammed the do-nut on it, and started pumping the steel handle.
The woman was violating my do-nut.
I really didn’t need to see that. But this way, you can keep your Vienna cream fresh, and leave the shells out for weeks at a time! The modern age brings us so much and asks for so little in return, except to shield our eyes. Maybe our ears, as well. SKLORP SKLORP SKLORP SKLORP
