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Good Fried-Day Donuts


[Posted by Ed Stocker]

Dear Members and Constituents,
Kids love Easter egg hunts.  I just don’t see them actually eating a lot of the eggs.  Now, if they are plastic eggs filled with jelly beans or other candy they go down pretty quick. But it’s been my experience that the brightly colored eggs kids race to find and stick in their baskets will largely become deviled eggs before the afternoon meal. 

Looking in on JP’s office this morning I thought I had found the Easter Bunny’s secret stash of these eggs readied for delivery.  Dozens and dozens of them.  Brightly colored and shining in the morning sun.  Then I realized these are no mere Easter eggs, these are Easter Donuts.  I thought about hiding them around the office for our first annual Easter Donut hunt.  Then I thought it would be better to just eat one or two.

Thanks to Donut Boy Eric Jochens for laying four dozen Winchell’s Easter Donuts for us this Good Friday.
Happy Easter,
Ed

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