Looking at that picture of the Berliner again makes me smile. When my father took my stepmother home to meet his mother, it was Christmastime in Germany. Just about every town, large or small, has a Christmas market in the town square. It's sort of like a craft show, but they also have food. Mmmmmmmm!! You can get beer, hot spiced wine, bratwurst, heaven-and-earth (fried potato pancakes and applesauce) and all sorts of pastries.
Well, my father wanted to share the experience with my stepmother, so to town they went. At the first stall they had Berliner and my father bought one for her to try. She ate it, but thought it wasn't that special. As they walked around, my stepmother began noticing that people were staring and smiling at her. She thought that they were staring at her because she is of Mexican decent with dark skin, and was pleased that they were smiling in such a friendly manner. My father didn't pay it any mind. When they got back to the car it finally became clear why everyone was staring and smiling... also why the Berliner was nothing special to her.
Do I need to tell you why?
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Whenever you eat a jelly donut, make sure you know where the anus is pointing.