Delicious Dozens

(Choose Your Own!)

Chocolate Chocolate Cake

Salted Carmel Mocha

Raspberry Mango 

Strawberry Creamcheese

The Great Return

BOY OH BOY! 

What a pleasant surprise! These past few months I was under the impression that "The Donut Club" had been deleted. Every time I tried logging onto Blogger, it was nowhere to be found. Today, by sheer luck,  I was on Google+ and saw the club listed as one of my contributing blogs. Low and behold, I logged into Blogger and here I am! Back again! Writing and posting about the world's greatest treat.  

Since we last spoke, I got a job at "Beyond Glaze"(a gourmet doughnut shop) decorating and photographing the world's most creative, delectable donuts. This has definitely been a bucket list experience and I am delighted to share my passionate work with you now and forever!  

I call this one "The Tea Party Dozen." These are the cutest, daintiest donuts and include a nice variety of color and flavor. All of our frostings are made from fresh fruit and our white chocolate is to die for!

In this box from top to bottom, we have: Raspberry torte, blueberry bliss, wildberry, raspberry lemonade, strawberry cream-cheese, lemon orange, cherry lime-aid, blueberry torte, lemon meringue pie, raspberry mango, red velvet cake and peach cobbler. All of them, beyond delicious! Visit one of our locations in Draper, Sugarhouse, or Ogden to try these sweeties today and stay tuned for more posts! 

With Love and Appreciation, 

Val Douroux 

Donuts and Deli

My quest to find the best donut shop in Utah still remains Donuts and Deli. This delectable shop smells of heaven and almost always has fresh glazed twists on the racks! If you're in Salt Lake City and looking for a sweet treat Donuts and Deli will not disappoint!

And how can you go wrong with a box that tells you, "You deserve a Donut?" The address is 2700 S. State St. and open from 5am - 5pm.

Donuts Forever! 

-Val

BEYOND GLAZE STYROFOAM DONUTS

BEYOND GLAZE...

You charge $2.00 a donut and can't afford to use real plates to serve them in your cute little cafe? You should be ashamed of yourselves. What do we, live in the 40s?

Sharing is Caring

Cherish the Donut

Donut Reinforcement Network

Today's blog is a short lesson about donuts and neuroscience. Recently, I have been exercising my mesolimbic tract by reinforcing donut-seeking behavior through my dopaminergic pathways. As we all know, repetitive and habitual behavior can cause the strengthening of connections between neurons. By writing this blog, eating donuts, and providing you with biased but informative tidbits of knowledge about the wonderful world of glazed, fried pastries, I am choosing to strengthen my donut reward-reinforcement pathways.

Emergency stash $$$ 

Reunited

Ah Yeaaah!

The co-founder of the donut club is back from his internship in Washington D.C. just in time for a birthday doughnut with our special guest Carmyne Ca$h Money.


Tribute song

Petition Dunkin Donuts

Please tell Dunkin Donuts to stop serving styrofoam cups to the masses.

http://www.change.org/petitions/dunkin-donuts-stop-using-styrofoam-cups-and-switch-to-a-more-eco-friendly-solution

Happy National Donut Day

That's right, there's a national donut day! I was so shocked and thrilled to hear this, that I gave my oatmeal to the dog and now I'm off to get a doughnut! But first, to commemorate this glorious day, the donut club will share a little history on the birth of the doughnut:

Back in the 1800s, there was a royal court chef who made pizza for the queen. The queen loved pizza. In fact, it was her favorite meal and most frequent request! All day everyday this queen ate pizza like it was going out of style. Cheese pizza, pepperoni pizza, pizza with salami, pineapple pizza, maple bacon pizza, pizza with sprinkles, heart shaped pizza, any kind, you name it. With all this pizza making, there was an excess of dough in the royal kitchen.

Well, one day, the page boy came into the kitchen to bring the queen her morning pizza, but it wasn't ready. "Oh no..." He thought, "I'm going to be executed." The page boy looked around and saw a big vat of lard boiling on the stove. "Hmmmm..." He thought. He grabbed a wad of dough, flattened it out, and dropped it into the vat. The dough quickly rose and turned into a golden brown color. He tried to lift the flattened dough out, but it broke into little balls. "Help!" Cried the little page boy. The royal chef looked over and grabbed a big wooden spatula."Little page boy, what are you doing?! This lard is for the queen's skin!" "But...But..." His lip quivered. The royal chef handed a wooden spoon to the page boy and one by one they lifted the little balls of dough from the vat. The chef waited a minute, looked at them, then popped a little dough ball into his mouth. "Dannnng, this shit is hot!" He licked his fingers. "Who taught you this?" The chef asked. "I... I was worried I'd be sent to the guillotine for the queen's pizza not being ready, siah," said the page boy. "Oh, sorry about that." The page boy gave a nervous smile. "Well, lets get crackin!" The chef whisked together powdered sugar and water to create a light glaze (which we use now for the glazed doughnut), and poured it over the pizza. He gently threw a few sprinkles on top, placed it on a silver platter and handed it to the page boy. "Siah, ah you shure?" "No, little page boy, but if the queen doesn't like it, we'll just blame you." The little page boy blinked. "Go on now, give it a try."

The page boy slowly turned away and walked up to the queen's chamber. "Who goes there?" She announced. "Tis... Tis I the little page boy your highness." He stuttered. "Little page boy, what's taken you so long? You know what I do to people who keep me from my pizza?" "Ye.... Yes your highness." He cowered. The little page boy lifted the silver platter and bowed to present the pizza. "Wha? What is this?" Asked the queen. "It's a new pizza." "A new pizza? Little page boy, I'll send you to the guillotine for some shit like this. I asked for pepperoni!" "Yes, yes your highness, but I thought that since you eat pepperoni all the time, you'd like to try somethin new." "Well, you thought wrong, off with his head!" The royal guards grabbed the little page boy by the arms and dragged him down the aisle. The queen rolled her eyes and grabbed a little dough ball from the platter. She popped it into her mouth. "Mmmm..." She chewed. "Wow." She licked her fingers and grabbed another little dough ball. "Damn, that's good." The royal chamber doors opened. "Stop!" She yelled. "Bring him back!" The guards brought the little page boy back to the queen. "Little page boy, you've outdone yourself. I'm so pleased with your innovation that I'm promoting you to the lead chef. Fire that other asshole. And isn't your family poor?" She asked. "I'm an orphan." He said. "Well, I'm adopting you." The page boy smiled. The queen and the page boy hugged. "But, I don't think we should call this pizza," she said. "Let's call it a doughnut."

And there you have it, the first doughnut.

I made this story up, but if you want to know the real history of the doughnut, you can look it up on wikipedia or some shit like that.

Oh, and the page boy and the queen lived happily ever after. 

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Val Douroux
Reporting for the Donut Club