Loaf of doughnut.
I said these words on Thursday when trying to (very inaccurately) describe brioche, a sweet French bread. Though my description failed, this statement was etched into my memory. It's heart-cloggingly awesome.
Imagine a doughnut loaf. For the most part, it would be little more than changing the shape of the doughnut. The only major altertion I can think of is that the icing/sugar/other toppings would have to be mixed in evenly because it'd be too messy to handle icing-covered bread in many situations.
Obviously, a sample must be made. I'm going to buy a whole bunch of old doughnuts from the grocery store and compress them into a dense cube. Then I will proceed to slice and enjoy my doughnut loaf. Later, I will be found dead on the floor. Maybe I died from cardiac arrest. Maybe I died from a caloric overdose. Maybe I just collapsed out of sheer ecstasy because I just ate a loaf of doughnut.
