Hi, all!!
First - the OZDEREK memorial is so great - it should happen to me!! Thanks for sharing such a good story, Tom.
Donuts - well, when I was doing Man of La Mancha in Lake George a hundred years ago, I would wait for the little lunch wagon guy to motor by at about 2:30 every day - and buy his last plain "old-fashioned" donut, which - by 2:30 - was a hard greasy hockey puck sort of thing - but, egad! did I LOVE it! I was Not Eating, in those days - so except for my dry salads each night, those hockey pucks were IT for me. The absence of frosting or flavor made them seem okay to me...
AND there was a great muffin shop on the south side of 86th Street between 2nd and 3rd, when I lived on East 89th all those years ago... eventually, I had to cross the street to avoid passing this shop, which had the tastiest, most humongous raisin bran muffins I ever had. They were about the size of volleyballs, I swear - for about a buck apiece. Ah, but that was many years ago...