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.
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.
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.
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.
I buy up tons of used yearbooks and history books and old magazines, scouring places several times a month to preserve these great images. I just do it for fun, but I’m glad they draw your eye!
I can’t resist an opportunity to remember Mitch Hedberg: “I bought a doughnut and they gave me a receipt for the doughnut. I don’t need a receipt for the doughnut. I’ll just give you money and you give me the doughnut. End of transaction. We don’t need to bring ink and paper into this. I can’t imagine a scenario in which I would need to prove that I bought a doughnut. Some skeptical friend? ‘Don’t even act like I didn’t buy a doughnut, I’ve got the documentation right here. Oh wait, it’s back home in the file… under ‘D’, for ‘doughnut’…” ― Mitch Hedberg https://joshwilltravel.wordpress.com/2015/06/03/national-donut-day-and-a-tribute-to-mitch-hedberg/
Yes, I remember that quote. I saw him in Austin at the capital city comedy club a 1999 I think, and I remember my face was sore from laughing so hard. Such a shame about him. Brilliant!
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I remember donuts tasting better back in the day, they’re too sweet now! ❤
Diana xo
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Indeed. I have them sparingly.
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Oh I do love donuts. I prefer the cake variety but will eat any. So many memories.
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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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I’m still trying to get past the fact that your dad lied for you.
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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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You must have been tall. And I bet you were able to work the donut calories right off!
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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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Where do you locate all these photos, Kerbey? They always draw my eye.
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I buy up tons of used yearbooks and history books and old magazines, scouring places several times a month to preserve these great images. I just do it for fun, but I’m glad they draw your eye!
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I’ve enjoyed every one!
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Oh how I love Matt Groening and maple long johns with cream in the middle! Yummy! 🙂
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Oh, that sounds good.
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I can’t resist an opportunity to remember Mitch Hedberg: “I bought a doughnut and they gave me a receipt for the doughnut. I don’t need a receipt for the doughnut. I’ll just give you money and you give me the doughnut. End of transaction. We don’t need to bring ink and paper into this. I can’t imagine a scenario in which I would need to prove that I bought a doughnut. Some skeptical friend? ‘Don’t even act like I didn’t buy a doughnut, I’ve got the documentation right here. Oh wait, it’s back home in the file… under ‘D’, for ‘doughnut’…” ― Mitch Hedberg https://joshwilltravel.wordpress.com/2015/06/03/national-donut-day-and-a-tribute-to-mitch-hedberg/
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Yes, I remember that quote. I saw him in Austin at the capital city comedy club a 1999 I think, and I remember my face was sore from laughing so hard. Such a shame about him. Brilliant!
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