[ WP ] After failing out of culinary school and joining an exotic bakery , the wise old owner tells you , `` Dough or donut , there is no fry . ''

Doda ’ s Donuts was the only place I could find work after flunking out of the Culinary Arts program at the University of Phoenix. The shop was special for two reasons: 
 
 1 ) The old man who ran the shop did not believe in cooking dough. 
 2 ) The shop was almost always empty. 
 
 It was the perfect place for me to work. Three months into my employment, the first customer came in: a little hungry girl who was probably lost. She might have also been an orphan, but I couldn ’ t know for certain. 
 
 She came up to the register and ordered a donut. I began to panic. The shop did not have a deep fryer. How am I supposed to make donuts without a deep fryer? 
 I asked my boss and he simply replied: “ Dough or donut, there is no fry. ” 
 
 And in that moment I knew what I had to do. I kneaded the dough carefully, shaped it into a sphere. I drizzled chocolate over the donut and plated it on a small plastic plate. The customer was growing impatient so I quickly sprinkled crushed peanuts on top and handed the plate over. 
 
 The little girl ’ s face twisted into a surprised grimace as she bit into the raw piece of dough. I will never forget the look on her face, a sense of pride washed over me at that moment. 
 
 Because at the end of the day, it doesn ’ t matter whether or not the pastry is fully cooked, or cooked at all for that matter. As long as it has dough and nuts, it is technically a donut. 
 
 Master Doda taught me so. 

