Yesterday, while doing early morning yardwork, Wolf and I were talking about breakfast. "You want me to go get doughnuts?" (An offer that's hard to refuse.) "Mmm, doughnuts. I'm surprised you want doughnuts." "I thought you might want doughnuts." After this many years of marriage, yep, we still have these conversations. I'm not usually one to be lukewarm on doughnuts, especially Top Pot, but after a relatively light dinner last night, I thought, we need some real breakfast.