Donut Transaction

Redskin 1947

Redskin 1947

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  1. MMMMMM, donuts. When I turned 13 I pestered my Dad for a job in the bakery where he worked. He thought I was ready and lied about my age (14 was the minimum). I started part time in the plant and one of the things they made was donuts. There was a long machine like a trough filled with heated cooking oil and the donuts were floated through to cook first one side and then they were flipped by a mechanical arm and cooked on the other side. Then they were dipped in the coating – coconut, sugar, whatever – when still hot and then left to cool. we used to steal and eat them while they were cooling. OMG! Flavor explosion.

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      • That was totally out of character for him. It is possible that he managed to imply my age or impress upon the powers that I was mature enough to hire. I assumed he lied because employment forms require birth dates and he had me hired without ever seeing that form. I did him right and I was actually shunting tractor-trailers in the yard by myself by the time I was 14. I was supervising a crew when I was 15 – not under his command.

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      • At that time in my life calories were irrelevant – I had to make time to eat because I could not get enough calories with three meals. I was loading transports and that meant pushing 8 foot high stacks of bread weighing over 250 pounds up an inclined loading ramp into the transport – 100 of them per trailer. I could load 4 in an 8 hour shift and each meant walking at least 4 or 5 miles. Most of my time was in summer and it is not possible to air condition a bakery – it causes product damage. That meant we worked in temperatures of 100 F and ate salt tablets all shift. When a shift was done I would be soaked with sweat so that you could wring a quart just from my boxers.

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      • Oh, my goodness! You have had so many life experiences! It sure sounds like you sweat your toxins out. I guess you can’t air condition a bakery; I never thought about that.

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