doh!

We each have a favorite donut. Mom craved chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, no sprinkles. Tom wanted three kinds- bear claw, maple bar, and donut holes. Dad digs a Bismarck; I'm a fritter girl, myself. What I learned is that we all know these preferences about one another. That speaks if many a breakfast pastry enjoyed in one another's company. It echoes happy mouths and sticky fingers from the past. How delicious.