I grew up in the 50's and 60's, before it became necessary to eat doughnuts behind closed doors.
Doughnuts are no longer politically correct.
They now belong to the secret food group associated with bulimic girls and overweight patrolling law enforcement professionals. But there was a time when someone in every workplace was responsible for bringing the doughnuts to work. The greasy boxes continued to exude a seductive aroma long after their contents had been consumed, and a vote always had to be taken on whether the next buyer should include more jellies or more cream-filled. Doughnuts were everywhere then, and they were as much an after-school snack as they were an essential morning coffee accompaniment. Now, when I look back on my childhood doughnut experience in Shreveport, it startles me, but for many years it remained classified in my memory as a normal phenomenon.