Each year on the first Friday in June, people participate in National Doughnut or Donut Day. This day celebrates the doughnut and honors the Salvation Army Lassies, the women that served doughnuts to soldiers during WWI.
In 1917, the original “Salvation Army Doughnut” was first served by the ladies of the Salvation Army. It was during WWI that the Salvation Army Lassies went to the front lines of Europe. Home cooked foods, provided by these brave volunteers, were a morale boost to the troops.
The doughnuts were often cooked in oil inside the metal helmets of American soldiers. American infantrymen were then commonly called “doughboys.”
So in honour of the day, I have collected a few cake-related jokes or should I say puns for you. Hope you enjoy them and please try not to groan too loudly.
Why is a cake like the sun?
Because it rises in the yeast and sinks beyond the vest.
What jumps from cake to cake and tastes of almonds?
Tarzipan (I asked you not to groan loudly.)
Knock Knock! Who’s there?
Bacon. Bacon who?
Bacon a cake for your birthday.
(What did I say about groaning?)
A baker stopped making doughnuts after he got tired of the hole thing.
Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.
When asked about rumours that he owned a bakery, Shakespeare replied, ‘It’s much a-dough about muffin.’
Our local baker pays his staff on a flourly rate.
Bakeries show how well their business is doing with a pie chart.
The baker who always put too much flour in his bread was a gluten for punishment.
(Okay that’s enough now. And please don’t throw rotten tomates at your screen either.)
Veteran Pillsbury spokesman, Pop N. Fresh, died yesterday of a severe yeast infection. He was 71.
Known to friends as ‘Brown-n-Serve’, Fresh was an avid gardener and tennis player. Fresh was buried in one of the largest funeral ceremonies in recent years. Dozens of celebrities turned out including Mrs. Butterworth, the California Raisins, Hungry Jack, Aunt Jemima, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Skippy. The graveside was piled high with flours as longtime friend, Aunt Jemima, delivered the eulogy, describing Fresh as a man who ‘never knew how much he was kneaded.’
Fresh rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with many turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes — conned by those who buttered him up. Still, even as a crusty old man, he was a roll model for millions. He enjoyed being prodded by his many friends who invariably poked fun at him.
Fresh is survived by his second wife. They have two children and another bun in the oven.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
(Okay, I’ll let you groan as loudly as you want at that one.)
I’ll stop tormenting you now. Have a good weekend and remember to smile while you stil have teeth!