Doughnuts II

Blogging just kills me. I'm constantly amazed by the number of people who read blogs. I don't read blogs, Although I'd like to (see previous entry.) And, dear reader, I'll say this as gently as I can: How do you find the time? This morning I got a call from one of my favorite friends, Mike. We'd lost touch. Hadn't seen him in like two years. I say , "Mike! I'm so glad you called. How are you?" And he says, "Great. I'm just great. Say, where'd you get the raised doughnut recipe you and Ryder made the other day?" (See next to last entry for complete doughnut story.) Our dishwasher broke.We don't want to buy another one. Buying a dishwasher is like buying tires; there's really not a lot to get excited about. Not for me anyway. Geord's been doodling with it but so far no luck. At first I thought, "Washing dishes isn't so bad. I'll relish the old-fashioned experience of soap suds and hot water." Well, now I'm over it. Oh, Mike? The doughnut recipe is from the Betty Crocker cookbook. The one with the red cover and the three-ring binder. The revised version. My mom gave it to me. In 1986. M.