"I'm pretty sure she's baked at a professional level"

I am going to take this time to speak to you about baked goods.  "Goods" is the perfect word for this, because they really are that.  Good, I mean.  And they're baked.  

So far, so, um, awesome.

I like them, baked goods, I mean.  I'm in Vernal right now, and I'm feeling the absence of a nice, locally owned bakery that will sell objects that are frosted and filled with sugar and make a mess and bring joy to my life.  There is a Wal-mart here, and they make CHOCOLATE OLD FASHIONED DOUGHNUTS.  Which I did not know exist but now that I do I have to always print the word in all-caps.  I don't have a CHOCOLATE OLD FASHIONED DOUGHNUT here or I would take a picture of it.  They are not chocolate frosted, mind you, they are made out of chocolate.

Has anyone else had one?  It's brilliant.  But I dislike Wal-mart and don't really consider them worthy of this conversation.

So we'll talk about Logan bakeries.  My first job in Cache Valley was at Shaffer's Bakery, where I arrived at 3 am, frosted doughnuts, ate some, and delivered them to gas stations and a few other businesses around town.  Since the cops all hung out at Shaffer's and recognized the van, I could drive as fast as I wanted to.  And I did.  And I ate a lot of doughnuts.  

I don't have pictures yet, I'm afraid, but they make the best cake doughnuts I've ever eaten.  My favorites are chocolate frosted cake and cinnamon sugar.  Dang, I want one.

When it comes to flour-concocted delicacies, though, there is one that stands above all of the rest, presiding over the field with a pompous air to its pink-frosted visage.  Old Grist Mill's sugar cookies are the best thing I've ever eaten.  They only make them on Monday and Thursday, but for some reason I constantly mix that up with Tuesday and Saturday.  There is no reasoning to this, but I have gone into the store at the very least 4 times on a tuesday and 3 times on a saturday and asked for sugar cookies, only to be turned down and pitied. 

This is genius.  If they served these cookies every day, I would be there every day until I hated them.  Instead, I'm writing an entire blog post as a love letter to the Old Grist Mill sugar cookie.  

Stupid Vernal.