Picture this. Its Thanksgiving morning, you have a hot coffee in hand, and have to face the dread of waiting until 5pm to eat. Then, just as your stomach is grumbling and your hopes of anything other than a drive-thru being open are slowly dashed, a glimmer of hope appears...as a unicorn riding atop a rainbow made of sugar and cherry cheesecake, and throwing apple fritters into the crowd. It's donut heaven, and it saves Thanksgiving. You begin to weep, as your favorite fat pants holiday is saved. With an armful of glazed treats, cream-filled pastries and whatever they're calling a Cronut these days, you blow kisses to the bakers and take your haul back to the couch where you eat to your heart's content until that 5pm dinner bell rings. Not even loud ass Uncle Oggie will bother you now.