They found a doughnut on Mars, not sure if it was iced with sprinkles, or just sugar coated, but either is good with me. I always find space stuff exciting, but combine it with another of my great loves, cake, and I am giddy.
It has been long established that the Moon is made of cheese, and the Solar System is called the Milky Way. I am starting to sense something of a food related space conspiracy going on here. If I find out that they have been keeping it a secret that Saturn is a giant Custard Cream, I shall be banging on NASA’s door, demanding to be their first Gastronaut. I shall fly off in a Teapot shaped rocket ship, and set up a biscuit based society of peace, love, and wobbly bellies. Who is coming with me?
Although, to be perfectly honest, it doesn’t look that much like a doughnut to me…..sort of more like a discarded nappy. Do we need to send a box of Krispy Kremes to the poor space scientists who appear to have forgotten what the delicious deep fried treat looks like? Still, I am hopeful that the next bit of news will be that black holes are whirling pools of hot chocolate, and the dark matter turns out to be Bournville. No harm in dreaming is there?