tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890312.post114884029855921060..comments2024-03-19T23:09:02.136-04:00Comments on Collecting My Thoughts: Normahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11502895616873273470noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890312.post-1152868900408220892006-07-14T05:21:00.000-04:002006-07-14T05:21:00.000-04:00I was born and raised in Indy, and remember a Spud...I was born and raised in Indy, and remember a Spudnuts shop in downtown Indy, back in the early 50's. I agree on the Spudnut, nothing else could touch them. So light and fluffy and delicious, and like Lay's, you couldn't eat just one. Thos puppies were addictive as heroin! Sadly, I understand the parent organization went belly up, and the franchisees were left to fend for themselves. The one I knew so well became a Knife and Fork restaurant, and I thought the Spudnut had gone the way of the dodo bird.<BR/><BR/>Bring back the Spudnut!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com