My Kingdom (and Ethics) For A Donut
I found a rather interesting book this time out. From Voodoo to Viagra: The Magic of Medicine is a collection of "37 Uplifting Essays From a Doctor's Bag of Tricks." Oscar London, M.D. is a guy I'd love to have for my doctor. The pseudonym of an internist in Berkeley, California, London is the author of three previous books of humorous medical essays, including one titled Kill As Few Patients As Possible. I was won over by reading only one essay in Voodoo -- Krispy Kremes: New Arthritis Wonder Drug? Written in an age before Krispy Kremes were easy to obtain, the good doctor recounts his two year obsession with his desire to taste a Krispy Kreme doughnut, confessing his willingness to do anything to obtain a box of "warm" Krispy Kremes, including making a pill peddling pharmaceutical salesman's dream come true when he offers to prescribe the salesman's arthritis pill to his next 100 patients in return for the delivery of said doughnuts. His justification for this apparent ethical transgression -- "the drug has practically no side effects and, more likely than not, the next hundred people to walk through my door will have arthritic symptoms out the wazoo, so to speak."
It brought to mind a doughnut story of my own. About ten years ago I was in that bastion of gourmet delight, Dean & DeLuca, when I noticed a display case filled with $2 doughnuts. These were no ordinary overpriced doughnuts though. They were veritable works of art -- exotically flavored beauties no doubt handmade with loving care. I didn't try one that day but later found out that they were indeed handmade and delivered by a guy on a bike. Some years later I saw them featured on a show on The Food Network and it was at this point that I mentioned them to my best friend Tim. Uncharactistically, he didn't suggest that we jump in his car and go over to New York at that very moment to sample them. Before we could act on this doughnut quest, he moved to Florida and once again I forgot about the doughnuts. That is, until another couple of years had passed and one day he confessed that on a business trip to New York, he had paid a trip to this doughnut den while neglecting to call me to accompany him. He recounted in excruciating detail how he had stood in line with the other doughnut devotees, some of whom had no doubt traversed entire continents to share the experience. He bought a half dozen of the beauties and stood off to the side taking a bite of each before tossing the rest in the trash, while the whole line of stunned people watched this spectacle, wondering if the doughnuts weren't really all they were cracked up to be. My friend assured me they were heavenly little creations and that he couldn't trust himself to eat more than a bite of each.
I just went to the website of this doughnut pusher and if you are so inclined you can visit it as well. The address is www.doughnutplant.com. I also found a review on another website:
- I tried the white peach donut and nearly fell over with bliss.
Okay, here's a list of some of the flavors that they've unleashed so far:
Our flavors are always fresh and seasonal. We make new flavors when inspired by seasons, holidays, people and just about everything else! Here is a list of just some of the flavors we've been making throughout the years:
Rosewater (with fresh rose petals)
Powdered Maple Sugar
Banana with Pecan
Yankee Donut with blueberry pin stripes
As for me I still don't think I could bring myself to eat a doughnut -- at least as long as they're still fried. Maybe if somebody finds a way to bake them like Guiltless Gourmet chips. Until then I'll have to be content to look at my copy of The Donut Book. Actually maybe this is a book that I can now get rid of. If I could find it that is.