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Deep-fried and frosted fiascos
By Meg Burnton | Feb. 20, 2012I have always been a huge fan of doughnuts. Every Sunday when I was a kid, my dad would go out to the grocery store that was slightly better than Cub but not as good as a legitimate bakery and buy doughnuts before everyone else woke up. Long Johns with sprinkles were my thing, and if someone ate it before I woke up, you can bet they would feel my wrath, which is something akin to “Apocalypse Now.”
