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Donut... Maker?

Dear Members and Constituents,
If you were given a multiple choice quiz which asks you to select the correct definition for "Donut Maker", would your answer be:

(a) A piece of hardware used to make donuts
(b) God, the maker of all things (including donuts)
(c) A place on Arapahoe Rd. at Dayton where you can buy donuts
(d) Clerk or attendant who works at a donut shop
(e) None of the above

If your answer was (c), you would be correct. Claiming to only use 100% vegetable shortening, this Greenwood Village-based shoppe appears to be trying to position their donuts as healthy. I personally don't believe that would be the most valued attribute when making the decision to purchase a donut. That said, I've always felt that since donuts have less calories than bagels (fact), they are de-facto healthy (at least healthier than bagels - no slight intended to the alternative pastry consumption going on today). For those of you who are in the Friday Donut Club for it's health benefits, we certainly have an extra special treat today. For those of you who joined for other reasons, I have sampled the product and I can say it is good (no mushroom-tofu burger trying to impersonate beef patties action going on here!).

P.S. I almst forgot to give credit where credit was due. This week marks the debut of Mark Herrmann in the Friday Donut Club. Please let him know your impression of these healthy donuts.

Happy Friday
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