Pastry Friday is consumed by National Donut Day

People are catching on to my little secret…errr, maybe I just have an innate sense of when sugary baked happiness should be consumed. Friday has always meant one thing in my book. Pastry Friday. Below you’ll see my local bakery, Boulange de Cole. It’s literally 1 block from my humble abode and it takes every growing ounce of me not to indulge more frequently. I admit, I’m lacking in the will power department. I’m so very happy I live mostly in fog and not a sun drenched (bikini insipiring) slab of California.

In case you didn’t know, this Friday is truly a Holey day. The first Firday of June is national donut day. According to the World’s Second finest News source (The Onion is clearly the World’s First) Wikipedia claims, and I quote,
“National Doughnut Day started in 1938 as a fund raiser for the Chicago Salvation Army. Their goal was to help the needy during the Great Depression, and to honor the Salvation Army “Lassies” of World War I, who served doughnuts to soldiers behind the front lines in France.”
And for those of you who’ve always pondered the correct spelling of a sweet, deep-fried piece of dough or batter: Doughnut is the conventional spelling, donut a variant used in advertising or signs and as eye dialect. There you have it, a doughnut is a donut by any name.
So, please enjoy responsibly (no need for sugar spikes or, worse yet, sugar crashes) and think about joining the Pastry Friday Club. Go ahead, you’ll like it. You might even be inspired to bring some cucpakes to the office (I pick these up from the Noe Valley Bakery) every now and then. Make friends and sate enemies. Most of all, enjoy a little of something that makes you smile.