Making Doughnuts and Memories

I wonder, he says

As he dangles the dough

Heavily in the air

Letting it land ungracefully

Like a selfish prayer,

I wonder if I promised to give him

Pizza for life,

For free

If Dad would allow me to be a baker

Instead of what I was going to be

…and I turn to gaze at this not-quite-a-man child

With a sudden wave of yearning

Life lies before him, a wide-open field

Ripe with lure of learning

Smiling and coaxing the dreamer to dream

Merrily splashing in life’s endless stream

Not yet restrained by the tempered truth

That experience withholds from tender youth

I turn off the doom-and-gloom news story

Saying, ‘son, you can be anything you want to be’

© Janet Martin

I told Emily that I'm trying to see the beauty of dough floating on grease...the pay-off was in the moans and sighs of bliss as they tasted the fruit of their labor...one of them said they didn't know anything could taste this good!:) Victoria reminded me that treats are those things you don't do very often...that's what makes it a treat!

Doughnut Recipe