Seed Money

This donut seed idea could catch on.  There must be a way to develop these things.  If we can create a Hollywood set that looks like we sent a man to the moon, or if Sasquatch can eat beef jerky, or if Congress can get a 10% approval rating . . . then surely we can create a donut seed. 

Surely there is a think tank with men and women working on this right now . . . funded, or course, by millions of tax dollars.  If a Pentagon plunger costs $198.95, and a Senate whip can earn $195,000 a year, and a bottle of Clorox for the Washington Monument costs $245,000 . . . then surely to Betsy someone can figure out how to grow donuts.

In fact, I'll be working up some ideas this weekend . . . doing a few experiments in my basement using left over pizza dough and four empty Advil capsules.  I may not end up with donuts, but since we haven't yet vacuumed the carpet since the kids moved out, I'm sure I can grow something under the pool table.  It's dark and dank down there, and, quite frankly, the whole place gives me the creeps.  I don't go down there unless Becky is with me and I have a flashlight and some Perry Como songs are playing in the background.

At night there are sounds.  And in a few weeks I hope to reap my first harvest.  Jelly-filled, of course.