Friday Donuts

Friends, Friday the 13th gets a bad rap. They say getting married or beginning a journey on a day like today is ill advised. Sure, you could sit there and blame numerology, superstition and Hollywood for conspiring to mar this good day’s reputation and unjustly give it an unlucky status. I on the other hand see it as an opportunity to embark on a new adventure and grab a baker’s dozen donuts. And if you’re worried 13 may be an unlucky number of pastries, rest assured I’m going to Winchell’s, home of the 14 donut baker’s dozen. Happy Friday! P.S. Here's a lucky angel just to be on the safe side. ;-)

Friends, You know that sense when you drive by an unpretentious donut shop. A hole in the wall with a “Donuts” sign outside. No fancy name or broad selection of goodies. Just donuts and coffee. And if the building it’s in happens to be a repurposed gas station that no longer has pumps, well, you have to turn around and try them. That’s just what I did and let me tell you, the donuts at Donuts on York and 29th were well worth the detour. I realize too often I use donuts as a metaphor or a pun, but sometimes a donut is just a donut. Happy Friday!