Not only is this an awesome photo, but there's a whole spiel that goes with it, parodying Tolkien's original legend of the One Ring. I love it!
"Its story by DaelaeyniAnne:
It began with the frying of the great Doughs. Three zepolis were given to the Italians; decadent and stuffed with cream. Seven churros to the Spaniards, spicy and cloaked in chocolate. And nine, nine funnelcakes were given to the festival goers, giving strength to the masses. For within these doughs was bound the strength of Yeast and Sugars to make all races fall to their sweet, bready decadence. But they were all of them deceived, for another fried dough was made. In the land of Krispy, in the fires of Mount Kreme, the Dark Lord James Morgan forged, in secret, a master Donut to control all others. And into this Donut he poured his skills, his money, and his need to dominate all other dough fryers. One Donut to Rule Them All.
One by one, the tiny donut shops around the World fell to the power of the Donut of Mount Kreme. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of policemen, firefighters, and donut lovers marched against the armies of Krispy and on the very slopes of Mount Kreme, they fought for the freedom of Donuts. Victory was near, but the power of the Donut of Power could not be undone.
It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Dunkin, son of d'Onut, took up his father's fryer. And Morgan, enemy of sweet lovers everywhere, was defeated. The donut passed to Dunkin, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the stomachs of men are easily corrupted. And the donut of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Dunkin, to his sticky death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. Sticky goodness became grocery store staleness. Gooey, hot dough became gas station mold. And for two and a half thousand years, the Donut passed out of all knowledge.
Until, when chance came, the ring ensnared a new bearer. The ring came to the creature Ansel, who took it deep into the bowels of his New York City bakery, and there it consumed him. The ring gave to Ansel an idea to enslave the masses.
For five hundred years, it sweetened his mind, and in the fryers of Ansel Bakery, the idea took shape. Lines crept down the streets of the city. Rumor grew of a sticky goodness, whispers of flaky layers, and the twisted Donut perceived. It's time had now come. It left Ansel's shelves, hiding itself within the Cronut.
But then, something happened that the Cronut/Donut of Power did not intend. It was eaten by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A child. For the time will soon come when a child shall shape the fortunes of all."
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