Not everybody at The Sun gets to spend their day in the fresh air and sunshine at Pimlico. Some of us have to stay downtown to help get the paper together and work on the website. But we're not missing out on the festivities altogether.
Peter Hermann and I recently enjoyed a few Black-eyed Susan doughnuts, which I bought at the Dunkin Donuts near the Sun offices on my way in this morning. I was surprised to see them, so I got two. It seems to me that it's more reminiscent of the flower than the famed Preakness day libation. I don't taste any orange juice or whiskey in the yellow icing that rings the pastry. There's no hint of sour mix, either. It just tastes like sugar, which is fine with me.