Rating: 5 stars
My kids don't eat a lot of donuts (see P.S. below), but they still like this book, and if your kids are donut-lovers, this is definitely a book to check out. And I really like this book--it's too fun to not like.
The plump donut chef (apparently he likes to taste a few of the donuts from each of the batches he cooks) from the cover opens up a donut shop on a quiet street.
He stacked his pots, he cleaned his pans,
He dusted off the ceiling fans.
He grabbed a spoon, then turned a knob,
And set the stove to do its job!
That donut chef, he worked so hard
By mixing flour, sugar, lard.
He baked his donuts fresh at dawn,
Then hoped by noon they'd all be gone.
Soon a skinny chef (clearly he doesn't taste enough of his product) saw his success and sought to steal the donut-chomping clientele. He opened a shop nearby, and the two fought for customers through price points and shop hours. But that wasn't enough.They tried new shapes beyond just rings--The donuts became so bizarre that customers couldn't even recognize them as donuts. One day, a little girl walked into the shop, stared at the rows and rows of crazy concoctions, and asked why they didn't have her favorite kind: glazed. Simple, uncomplicated glazed.
Their donuts were such crazy things!
Some were square and some were starry,
Some looked just like calamari!
Some were airy, some were cone-y!
Some resembled macaroni!
Soon, the crowd begins to shout for glazed. Where've they been? they suddenly wonder. The plump donut chef realizes his error and cooks up a batch and, when that batch is quickly gobbled up, cooks up another and another. He realizes that success lies in providing the least frilly flavor of all.
I love the lesson: Go simple, go with the basics. You just can't go wrong.
P.S. I actually don't like donuts. The super-sweet smell of them just turns my stomach, and when I do ignore my better judgment and eat one, my stomach gives me a hard time later on. My kids have only had donuts a handful of times in their lives. I try not to be a complete spoilsport, but their growing bodies need quality nourishment to fuel their crazy pursuits, and...donuts are not exactly what I'd call "quality nourishment." Yup, that's right: I'm into depriving my kids of sweets, one donut at a time. I'm okay with that.
This is a whole lotta donut talk for someone who doesn't like donuts! I love when you quote books to support what you're saying. It's nice to see the "rhythm" of a book. :)
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