A doughboy in your face!
This is the doughboy I had at Saint Rocco's carnival the other night. It had tomato sauce and grated cheese. Some folks get them with sugar. Dainty wimps! This Italo-American doughboy has now become part of me. In fact, you might say that in a true Thomistic-theological "substantive transformation," it has actually become me and is now writing this self-reflective journal entry.
Frying like crazy!