The only thing my old man loved better than a doughnut on a Saturday morning was another one. After his second Lucky Strike and cup of Folgers, we'd pile into the Bonneville and run out to Mr. Donut. He'd order a dozen mixed and in the passenger's seat, I'd dole them out to him and my brother as we did our weekly "errand running": my father stopping at auto wreckers, airport outbuildings and Polish delis to confer with shady, secretive men while my brother and I gorged on that chewy, glazed goodness.
I had left doughnuts long behind me when years later, as a member of Palette and Chisel Academy, I was invited by the Chicago Tourism Bureau to be one of several artists who would paint organic produce on-site during their annual garden walk.
The traffic was really light on my day to paint and I arrived far earlier than the food coop's opening time. So, I headed out to the streets to find something to paint. A very, very pink thing caught my peripheral vision and. turning to see what it was, I beheld an enormous display of day-glo cherry frosted doughnuts in a shop window.
And so began my new passion for doughnuts! You can view that original painting - just look left. Since then, I've painted hundreds and they're in private collections all over the world!
I hope you relish these - they're calorie-free - and I won't make you "run errands" with me!