Friday Donuts

Friends, There's nothing like travel serendipity to spark new ideas. The unexpected mile-long line at mile-high airport. The clear choice of a last-minute sign-up for Clear or missing your flight. The rush of rushing to the furthest gate in terminal B. And, finally, boarding at final call for boarding, You settle in 39D (prime restroom seating) and start the free form association... When did safety announcements start including "if a strap appears pull the strap..." sounds like bad advice between teenagers. Why did they need to get so specific? Surely, common sense dictates the oxygen mask will come down if you pull the strap. Probably the same folks who added the "if the bag does not inflate, oxygen is flowing". Common sense, schommon sense... And on it goes. Speaking of travel (or perhaps on account of it), I decided to get a little adventurous and try Mochinut. Kai, our Japanese exchange student this year, informed me that "mochi" means chewy. Delic

Friends, Dehydrated foods are practical. They have a long shelf life, save space and pack the same nutrients. Some you eat as-is, like the “juicy” dried cranberries you see at Costco (BTW, can they truly be both juicy and dried? -- seems to me they want to have it both ways.). Others you reconstitute by adding water. On that note it seems someone beat me to the punch selling dehydrated water — just add water . Although my idea was to make it a clever water bottle. O well. I wonder if there’s a market for dehydrated donuts? Better yet, decaffeinated donuts … just add coffee! Happy Friday!

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!