More importantly, how much longer will the word Cronut be a mainstay of our lexicon?
Hopefully not long. Because a donut is still just a donut. There are so many variations: the long john, the old-fashioned, the braid, the glazed, the jelly. A donut isn't a specific thing. And neither is a Cronut. It's just a donut. And, eventually, when a Cronut variant is finally in every single gas station, donut stand, and grocery store, you will all realize that, all this time, you've been babbling incessantly about a donut, plain and simple. And probably not even the most awesome one. You'll become sick of eating the flaky, sugary rings and switch back to the fancy innovation's fatter, denser, American cousin. Soon, donut shops will be feeding Cronuts to the cats in the alley behind their shops. And me, I'll be on my third Boston Cream Pie, laughing and biding my time until some jackass unleashes the Pienut on the world. Now THAT would be something.