ToastA while back, I was having a donut. I made the mistake of glancing at the toaster. A donut, thought I, is a lot like a bagel, and I've got a good toaster for bagels. So I tried it: a turn in the toaster and a bit of butter (it was toast, after all) and I had myself a plateful of something that was very bad for me, and very, very good.
It occurred to me then: what would French toast be like with donuts? Well, we tried that. If anything, that was both worse and better. Then: what about bread pudding made from donuts? I didn't have the schmaltz for that, but a friend of mine did. He made up puddings from both yeasted and cake donuts, and we ate them up with syrup. I do not think I ever need to repeat that experiment, no matter how good it was.
The thing is, though: I've got a stack of croissants on the kitchen table.
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