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Naughty Donuts

Dear members and constituents,
Presiding over the donut vice in 32C affords me the opportunity to interact with great folks. In one such random hallway conversation last week, Mark Herrmann and I spent a couple of minutes contemplating human adaptation and its capricious nature. What if, the premise went, humans adapted to consuming donuts as their main food group? At first blush the possibility seems appealing and quasi-plausible. Donuts do, after all, do have at least a trace of each of the four basic food groups, and they taste great. This adaptation would in-fact be an evolutionary advance, would it not?

In the week or so since, a thought has haunted me. A mother at the dinner table, telling her toddler "make sure you eat all your donuts". You see, if donuts were to become a basic staple of our diets, they would loose some of their charm. The naughty feeling you're treating yourself to a great-tasting treat would be replaced with thoughts of mother telling you to finish your donut (or there will be no spinach for you!). Having donuts every day would make them, well, everyday.

Donuts are one of those things that makes Fridays special. And as fate would have it, today is Friday! Ms. Kim Carroll delights us today with a truly risqué selection which includes adventuresome shapes far beyond the round. I see a fritter, bear claw, braid, filled, glazed… and more. So come treat yourself. Be naughty!

Happy Friday!

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