I was thinking of titling this blog "The Penicillin Farm." You probably wonder where I found this petrified (seriously) donut. That's good, because I am going to tell you. I was working on cleaning out the garage today. Not only am I president of my astronomy club, but I also am the guy who buys coffee and donuts to bring to the meeting. When I have clean cups left over, I put them in a bag and put the bag in the trunk. Sometimes I put the bags in the garage. I have no idea why. So today I was throwing out the bags from the garage, and picked up one bag and looked inside, and there was this donut. Hard as a brick. Interesting looking thing, huh? I know it was some kind of jelly donut. I thought you would like to see it. You're welcome!
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On a scale of 1-10 for having a strong stomach, you must be a 12 because I never would've had the curiosity to look inside a bag of doughnuts that had been hanging around since man first baked bread. That's what I thought this was when I first saw it - a loaf of rustic bread made with some interesting flavorings. Ugh. I seriously will not eat a doughnut now for months because this picture will haunt me whenever I see a Dunkin' Donuts! Too bad you didn't date the bag. Would have been a good archeology lesson to know how long it took to look like that.
There was only this one donut in the bag, and it was such a surprise to find it there. I am not sure I wold have looked if I had known what was inside it! But I am ready for a donut tomorrow, if the occasion arises!
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