the donut disaster

the donut disaster

​🍩 The Donut Disaster

​The oil is hot, the yeast has risen high,I read the recipe with a hopeful eye.This simple circle, sweet and golden round,Should be the finest treat upon the ground.​But mine emerge, not puffy, light, and airy,They are misshapen, dense, and frankly scary.They sink like stones when dropped into the heat,A greasy, tasteless, unrepentant feat.​Oh, ANGER! at this culinary block,I’ve mastered sourdough, I’ve conquered wok!I’ve coaxed the custard, tamed the tricky flake,But these deep-fried mistakes I cannot make!​I watch the bakers on the screen, serene,Their perfect rings, a sugary, sweet scene.My flour flies, my sugar seems to mock,The ticking of the never-ending clock.​I wanted glaze, a sprinkle, light and bright,I get a hockey puck of doughy spite.A tiny, golden tyrant rules my day,And throws my patient competence away.​The fryer spits, the smoke alarm just screams,A funeral pyre for my donut dreams.I slam the bowl and vow I shall not yield,Next time, they’ll be perfect... or the kitchen’s sealed!