So I sat there, and I watched as he poured the cream into his coffee and used two spoonfuls of sugar. He stirred it, he tasted it, added a little bit more sugar, and he began to drink it. But I knew that something was missing. I mean, this is his routine every day. A cup of coffee, cream, of sugar, and a donut. Everything in me wanted to run back there and fry up a donut, but I'm not a cook