The Platonic Donut
Review By Carl Broman The Platonic Donut was not fried or baked, it was discovered.
The donut that I ate was distinct from the Platonic Donut, the abstract form of Donut-ness. The Platonic Donut is the ideal that each of us holds that allows us to identify the imperfect reflections of donuts all around us.
After eating the imperfect donut, I see that we are united in the syncretistic knowledge that donuts are divine fried revolutions of a circle in three dimensional space about an axis coplanar with the circle, perfect tori trapped in a material world created by an imperfect minimum-wage kitchen god.
We may spell it "doughnut" if we like.
The Platonic Donut is almost too large to hold with one hand.
We may eat it with a fork if we like.
It is a yeast-raised batter; 25% oil by weight, one-third bread, one-third cake, and two-thirds oh my god I'm drooling (there's some overlapping there)
It is eternally fresh. Its outer crust is the evenly proportioned depth of peanut-oil-soaked lightly crispy brown caramelized sugar gluten.
It has no filling. Although a little squirt of jelly sounds kinda delicious.
It is lightly glazed with powdered sugar. A vial of vanilla extract and a box of powdered cinnamon are opened in a nearby room.
And I closed my eyes and drowsed the supernatural feast-induced carbohydrate reverie supreme.
From Absolute Reality
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