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I'm Spudin'. That's right Spudnuts!
Named such for the use of Potato Flour in their dough, Spudnuts have been around for 60 years.
After much talk on this little shop in Berea from my neighbor, I decided Sunday was a great day for a Spudnut. I walked in and was greeted by a nice young woman behind the counter. "What can I getchya?" "Two dozen spudnuts", I reply.
Then came the choosing. Oh, such difficult decisions prior to coffee in the morning. From apple fritters, to glazed, to apricot filled, to Boston cream (YUM!), to coconut, to sourdough, to French crullers, and the list goes on & on. Did I neglect to say that all spudnuts are the same cost. Yeppers, there's no additional for the fancy-pants sprinkle donuts that I'm a sucker for.
I had her load up the boxes & on to church choir for the real test. Hungary early morning musicians in need of a sugar-rush.
Scene: Two very full boxes of Spudnuts sitting on the organ bench. In walk choir members. Eyes grow large. Smiles begin to form. "What is this?" they ask hopefully. "Just a little spudnut treat for this blustery morning", said I.
Mmmm...and the smacking of lips is all I heard. Powdered sugar caked on fingers & lips.
I think the spuds are a success!
Open at 6am until 9pm this little shop offers more than just spudnuts, from custard to who knows what, if you leave unhappy and hungry, it is probably your own fault.
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