Dough baby's dough babies are doughnut holes, perfect little sugar covered doughnut holes. However, they pale against the Sistine Chapel of the Glazed Doughnut. There are two phases in my life, the phase from 0 to 42 where I ate regular glazed doughnuts and thought I knew that the most brilliant thing in our solar system was the sun. AND then there was 42+ after I had my first bite of the glazed doughnut at dough baby on Friday the 9th of December and found out that angels have fallen to earth in the form of an all American pastry. Burned into my brain and haunted by the bittersweet notion that I live 8 miles from its birthplace, Dough baby has created a master piece that makes us question our own existence for if this wheel of delight is perfect, then I am but a lump of clay.