You can imagine my surprise and trepidation when I logged onto the Bluejay Cafe message board tonight and saw my handle as the title of a thread on the front page:
Sad Day for All, Especially Polyfro
Needless to say, I immediately clicked on this thread, curious to see what I was supposed to be sad about. It had been a good day, I'd thought: I'd supervised a commercial shoot that day, and after getting home, managed to make pancakes in a frying pan without burning them. Don't laugh. This is a tougher task than you imagine it to be. Without a griddle, pancakes are damn hard to cook.
I wouldn't classify it as a great day, but it certainly wasn't a sad day. I wondered what the writer of the thread, a loyal reader who goes by the handle "Jayball", knew about my day that I didn't. There's three things someone can do to piss me off post haste:
Spill my beer, steal my mini-donuts, and disrespect either Creighton or the Minnesota Twins. Do any of those three, and we're going to have trouble with a capital T, as a country western star once sang.
Add a temporary fourth item to that list.
Edward Anderson, inventor of the Lil' Orbits automatic donut machine and the man who perfected the batter that went with it, died at the age of 78. The inventor of the mini-donut, dead!
As I wrote on the message board:
The inventor of mini donuts has...has...
died?!?
But, but, he can't die! NOOOOO!
This is even worse than the day I found out that Simon & Simon weren't brothers in real life, but only on television!
Don't let the wry smile or fatherly combover fool you, this man was an unheralded genius, a man whose massive brainpower not only led to the greatest culinary invention of the 20th century but to the successful mechanical separation of oil and water!
Edward Anderson, Inventor of the Mini Donut Machine, Sir, I salute you. Rest in Peace.
