Tomorrow morning at 3:30 am, I make my first original batch of Casey's doughnuts. Bet you're jealous of my summer line of work. I'll wake up at 3:00, fumble around for my khaki pants and some kind of red collared shirt, tie my tennis shoes, put my hair up, grab my keys, and run through the darkness of the night to my car.
While America sleeps, I will be making them doughnuts. Hot and fresh, ones I'll never try because I made a bet with Kearsen I wouldn't eat one while I worked there. I'll fry them and cool them and ice them and sprinkle them and box them and date them and rack them.
Wish me luck....rather, pray for God's providence.
I'm following some of the greatest doughnut makers Casey's has ever seen.
Like the Plato and Aristotle of doughnut making.
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