After a week of sampling the goodness from Top Pot and Might O, I am changed. My former concept of what a donut is supposed to be has been completely demolished. Forget Krispy Kreme. I've lived my life thinking that I know what a donut is, but I had no idea. Mighty O, for example, has organic donuts, which I guess sounds like an electric Humvee. Perhaps I'll put it another way. Before the revelation, I put donuts in a category with cake; that is, they were strictly an indulgence, a thing you eat because you are more impressed with the novelty of eating something that is not at all good for you. It's sort of that Caligula inside of each one of us that will eat things just to feel dirty. Now that I have seen the light, I stack donuts right up there with apple pie; it's dessert, but it doesn't require a special occasion to be enjoyed; eating it is occasion enough.
My volunteering schedule for the pledge drive is over, and I am kind of sad, but also incredibly enriched. I've made friends, tasted some great food, and been privy to the inner workings of one of Seattle's most beloved institutions. I look forward to volunteering again in the future.
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