Skip to main content

D-Day (D is for Donut... That's good enough for me)

Folks,
I apologize for the late notice. I am working from home today (sick as a dog) and presume Viana has made me proud and has some assortment of sweet pastries at my desk.

I got a dozen responses to our donut survey as follows:
A. Donut Purists: 4
B. Donut Tolerant: 5
C. Donut Pragmatists: 3

It has also been reported that Matt Wilson left the company on account of the fact this issue was so near and dear to him (the official response is that he went to work for a company out in Boulder, but we are still investigating).

We seem to be fairly evenly divided. I will ponder on these results. Meanwhile, if anyone has ideas on how to proceed, I am open to them.

Happy Friday!

[Viana Pandey wrote]
Donuts are in JP's office - I am a purist by the way.

[Stacy Jackson wrote]
Here’s how I see this:
  1. The purists will always buy donuts from a donut shop.
  2. The tolerants will also always BUY donuts from a donut shop (but will EAT supermarket donuts when they’re bought)
  3. Only the pragmatists will buy donuts from a supermarket (and maybe not even all the time).

SO – if the purists can tolerate just the 3 pragmatists (that’s ¼ of the time, assuming everyone voted, and assuming that the pragmatists will always buy from a supermarket), we continue just as we have.

If they can’t… well, I guess that’s where the hard choices come from. I’m donut tolerant, so I obviously side to continue, and if the purists can’t deal, they can withdraw.Then again, there are more purists than pragmatists, so maybe it goes the other way.Heh – Not much help, eh?

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Happy New Year!

  Friends, Happy new year (and, technically, still Friday). As many of you know, my household has a peculiar way of ringing-in the new year. We build effigies representing the old year and burn them at midnight. This year, although we made the tough call of canceling the accompanying annual party, I felt it was important to go ahead with the burning. The theme, of course, was CoVid. My kids and I developed a dozen mutations of the virus and staged them in our backyard. Then, at a quarter ‘till midnight, we proceeded to read the old year’s last will and testament (or, as might be expected for a year like this, an un-will and un-testament). Shortly thereafter they were summarily burned. We then proceeded to stay up way past my bedtime (which in part helps explain the unusual tardiness of my weekly note). In any event a couple of donuts and a day of rest have got me back to my old self. By the way, I’ve posted a public video of the Facebook live stream event on Facebook. Key markers on

THE Oasis

Friends, The book  Ready Player One  sent me down memory lane this week. The journey was not triggered by the author’s excessive references to the 1980s, which border on obsessive. Rather, it was the name of the massive virtual reality simulation used by characters in this dystopian future to escape their grim surroundings: The OASIS. You see, that was also the name of my grandfather’s country estate, the setting where a disproportionate share of my treasured childhood memories were created.  La Quinta Oasis was a bucolic old whitewashed house with a massive stone staircase, three foot thick adobe walls and wooden window shutters that, when closed at night, would submerge the residence in pitch darkness. With no running water, electricity, phone or indoor plumbing, the only modern convenience was the battery transistor radio on which my uncles would listen to “Chucho el Roto”, a radio soap opera. The Spanish fighting roosters crowed long before sunrise, making it difficult to fall back

Accidental Culinary Innovations

Friends, Have you ever inadvertently fermented spaghetti sauce? Yeah, me neither… until yesterday, that is! Imagine my surprise when the half-full bottle, sitting in the fridge from time immemorial, made a sound akin to opening a beer bottle, instantly filling the glass container with a hazy smoke. As the carbonation dissipated, I grabbed a spoon to conduct the obligatory taste test. How was it? I’m glad you asked! Let’s just say chunky carbonated tomato beer is not my thing (although I must admit that if I had been expecting it, my reaction might have been a little more… composed). Now, if you forgo the fermentation and switch the tomato paste with spicy salsa… that might be the next million dollar idea! Sparkling sriracha anyone? How about Carbonated Cholula?   Bubbly Habanero? Fizzy JalapeƱo?? I could go on, but I have a feeling Gassy Guac might not fly off the shelves. Now, if only I could stumble on a way to improve donuts. Carbonated Jelly filling… yeah, maybe not. I think I’ll