I’m not Homer Simpson when it comes to donuts. I like donuts, but I’d never eat just any donuts.
I’m not a donut snob or anything, I just don’t love them enough to eat them on a regular basis, unless I come across an exceptional donut, or at least a really, really good donut. Introduce me to a baker who makes incredible donuts and my glass of milk will be poured before the donut box is open.
If I had to guess, I probably eat a tad more than a dozen or so in a year.
I remember the Simpson’s episode where Homer Simpson is sitting at the controls of the nuclear power plant talking to himself out loud, saying, “I’d sell my soul for a donut?”
Then his nemesis, Flanders, appears in the doorway as the devil with a contract and hot pen in hand and offers Homer a donut for his soul.
Homer signs the contract and then a creature appears out of thin air wearing an apron that says, Hell’s Kitchen.” The creature is holding a tray, and under the cloche is the donut Homer desires.
It’s Homer’s typical pink frosted donut with sprinkles. For me, it’s hardly worth selling one’s soul for.
Flanders states to Homer, “The instant you finish it, I own your soul.” Homer already shoving the confection down his throat, stops before his very last bite and says, “Hey, wait, if I don’t finish this last bite, you don’t get my soul, do you?” The devil responds, “technically, no.”
Does Homer at some point eat that last bite?” You’ll have to watch that Tree House of Horror episode on YouTube.
I know that there are some amazing donut shops here on the Jersey Shore, but are any of them worth selling your soul for?
Here’s Part 1 of the list based on comments I found on several message boards, and food sites run by regular folks who tell us where the really good donuts can be found in Monmouth, Ocean, and beyond.