You’ve heard of the Candy Man; I was the “Donut Man.” I learned the secret in making the best cake donuts when I was a teenager.
Our family business was restaurants. One of my Dad’s places was The Patio in the college town of Westminster, Maryland. The Patio was the place where students from Western Maryland College congregated at night and ordered pizza and submarine sandwiches. During the day, families came for hamburgers, French fries, fried chicken and thick milkshakes.



The dough was loaded into a large cone-shaped unit that I could swing right above the top of the hot oil. It had a crank on it that allowed me to drop perfectly measured rings of dough into the hot oil. I could quickly fill the entire fryer with these dough rings. When the underside was golden brown, I would flip each one over as they bobbed in the oil. Once the other side was golden brown, I would lift the tray of the entire set of donuts and let them drain.
What started as a flat ring of dough floating in the hot oil was now a plump, golden brown delicious cake donut.

The Patio is gone. The building on Route 140 as you enter Westminster is now occupied by an insurance office. But the scent of the Patio’s donuts still wafts just down to road to the State Highway Patrol office. Those officers were some of our most loyal customers.
My job at The Patio got me my first job in radio. But that’s another story for later.
If you are a cake donut fan, here’s an inside scoop about cake donuts in Portland. The wildly popular Voodoo Donuts, where the line of customers can stretch around the block, is moving. They will be taking over the space that was Berbati’s Pan at the corner of 3rd and Ankeny. That will give them more space and a bigger kitchen to handle the demand. They’ve got the process of making great cake donuts down.
I’ll take mine with chocolate icing and rainbow sprinkles.
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