Doughnut Flambe

Yes, I'm shamelessly plugging away and giving product endorsements in columns appearing in PYPS newsletters. In this case, it's Tim Hortons, doughnut king. And that little whatchamacallit known as "Timbit."

What brought this on? Consider the magical aura doughnuts possess. They're associated with good things; chocolate, and sugur, and icing. Maple Walnut and French Cruller. Double Chocolate with Chocolate Sprinkles. They represent a quick breakfast, or a wonderful snack.

But what the heck does this have to do with the PYPS? Actually, not much. I was just thinking about possible column ideas on my way home from work, and the title of Doughnut Flambe stuck in my head. The wonders of the thought process.

Actually, it is an interesting concept; the thought process. Here's an exercise - the next time you have to develop an idea, any idea, sit down and think about where that idea came from. Was it in the shower? Was it watching TV or reading a newspaper? Was it just staring at the wall and letting your thoughts fly around?

In this case, for Doughnut Flambe, I was thinking about Steve Boose and his father. Steve's Dad passed away August 1st, 1995, in a rather sudden and saddening way. I remember many things about his Dad- how he and Steve's mom welcomed me into his home when I went over to Steve's house for the first time. The horrible jokes, which you just had to laugh at, because Mr. B would just smile and start laughing in that really loud, Boose way. A fascination with Coca-cola and National Geographic that would put any collector to shame. And so on. A funny person, a dedicated person, and wise. I guess that came from his years of teaching elementary school.

Then I saw a doughnut shop, and I thought that I would have to get Steve to come on over, and we'd have doughnuts and coffee or something. Then, I thought that it would have been nice to have Mr. Boose over doughnuts and coffee as well. Then I thought it should be something especially weird, like doughnut flamb‚. That sounds like something up Steve's and his dad's alley.

The funny thing is, I don't know if he liked doughnuts or not. Especially doughnut flambe. And granted, it's kinda hard to eat a flaming doughnut. Burning your mouth with hot chocolate has nothing on trying to swallow a napalm coated doughnut.

I don't think he would have been game. But he certainly would have laughed as Steve and I burned our mouths.

Take care Mr B. Thanks for everything.