Notes from a {prole} writer in Minneapolis

1/12/26

This is what we’re fighting to protect. This doughnut is thick, fluffy, and the right amount of sweetness. You can taste the recipe handed down from generations of bakers.

Jerry’s, I was told by a former grocer who is a one of my sales reps, has been a Minneapolis institution for generations. Made fresh every morning. No hyperbole no hype: This is the real deal. These donuts are available at Cub Foods and I make sure to grab at least three every morning. Ha ha

I’m a big guy I can hold my own. I burn it off every day so I usually don’t worry. But as a transplant or “refugee” from Iowa, I can tell you—Des Moines was lacking in quality of a doughnut. Of course I never went out of my way to find a donut of this quality—I was never a huge connoisseur of donuts, but I’ve had my share. But after discovering these Cub donuts in the greater Minneapolis area, nothing else compares.

I should know, because I work 3 to 4 days a week in the original Jerry’s bakery, northeastern Minneapolis. The place is like a laboratory. I go back there and the workers pride themselves on creating baked goods!

That’s the way it should be right? That to me—is what America is all about! When a worker, a baker takes so much pride in their work and that shows in the product.

So for reasons of this journal, suffice to say, corporate Krispy Kremes be damned—gas station donuts, eww, the stuff that people are dangerously consuming...those preservative-filled abominations creating cancerous colons all over the US. Ouch.

So this isn’t a paid advertisement no, I will take a bite into this doughnut, and I will enjoy the fruits and labors of America and I will defend her honor because this Donut is America.

(These words are recorded via microphone with little editing; doughnut & donut variance is intentional)