It does feel like there are a certain number of categories of things you need to hit up if you find yourself in New York. Today I decide to cross at least two of them off the list. The pizza slice is covered. But I also meticulously research where I might find donuts. There are many recommended places, but one that happily fits the triangulation of office, pizza place, and donut place is Doughnut Plant, located in Grand Central Station (so another landmark corssed off the list). I pick myself up a Valhrona chocolate cake donut, and two Grand Central minis. All three of them survive the walk back to the office from Grand Central, if only so I can take a photo of them before devouring them. I make mostly good choices, and only one unfortunate one - namely, I cannot realistically eat all of those donuts. I save a Grand Central Mini - blue iced, edible stars, reflecting the constellation of the station ceiling - for Alex or Shuyang, and devour the other two throughout the afternoon. The enriched dough is perfect, the chocolate icing on the Valhrona smoothly rich, both cutting through the sweetness but also enhancing it. This is a couple of days into the trip and I suddenly realise just how much I’m going to eat. A blessing.