GrrlScientist is an evolutionary biologist, ornithologist, aviculturist, birder and freelance science and nature writer. A native of the Pacific Northwest, she relocated from Seattle to NYC with her parrots after earning a BS in Microbiology (emphasis in Virology) and PhD in Zoology (Ornithology) from the University of Washington. In NYC, she was the Chapman Postdoctoral Fellow at the American Museum of Natural History for two years, pursuing part of her "dream" research project by reconstructing a molecular phylogeny of the parrots of the South Pacific islands. GrrlScientist and her five parrots are currently relocating to Germany, where she will continue writing her blog while also writing a book and learning German. (Meanwhile, her parrots will continue to nibble on her extensive personal library.) If you appreciate GrrlScientist's writing, you can help pay her living expenses by hiring her to "blog" your conference, speak at your club or write articles for your publication (or by clicking on the Paypal button below). If you read an essay on this blog that you especially enjoyed, please nominate it for inclusion in 
Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment and the fine family dining communities.
The Pillsbury Dough boy died yesterday of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
Dough boy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Dough boy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Dough boy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
Dough boy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
[If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion and take time to share that smile with someone else who may be having a crumby day and kneads it.]
.
Comments
I am smilingabout this, even though all the cooking puns left my brain a little 'fried.' The last sentence was really the frosting on the cake.
Posted by: Joseph j7uy5 | June 25, 2006 9:23 PM
You just turned this day sunny side up! I think I am going to poach this and send it, scrambled of course, to some of my friends.
Posted by: coturnix | June 25, 2006 9:55 PM
Why have they not flown the flags at half mast?
Posted by: Babbler | June 26, 2006 12:06 AM
I love it! This is exactly the carb I needed today!
Posted by: Tabor | June 26, 2006 9:46 AM
LOL that was hilarious.
Posted by: Webs | June 26, 2006 1:25 PM
Oh dear, I was knocked back by that. But some comments did bring a rye smile to my face (rye? Is that spelt correctly?).
Bob
Posted by: Bob O'H | June 26, 2006 2:57 PM
Hee hee. Thanks for making me smile!
Posted by: Katie | June 26, 2006 3:12 PM
Go for it! You're on a roll!
Posted by: revere | June 26, 2006 7:48 PM
i'm getting hungry at this memorial service, is that wrong?
Posted by: drcharles | June 28, 2006 7:21 AM
Doughn't make me laugh.
Posted by: Sandra Porter | June 28, 2006 11:45 AM
Gluten abend.
Posted by: Hank Roberts | September 28, 2007 7:53 PM
The time he died was the best part, and it took me a second to figure it out.
Posted by: erica h. | November 29, 2007 5:39 PM
Thank you. I needed this.
Posted by: Brigit | December 3, 2007 10:59 AM
my lil bro mite be able to take over
Posted by: Gambit 27 | March 12, 2008 6:28 AM