Donna's Delites & Christoph's Creations

Donna's Delites & Christoph's Creations Delite-full goods & creations to enjoy life in a new & different way. We welcome special orders & look forward to making something special for you! LIVE LOCAL!

At Donna’s Delites and Christoph’s Creations, our business philosophy and goals are to make wonderful items and to sell them for enough money to pay our bills and enjoy a bit more of Florida's relaxed lifestyle. That's it, plain and simple. Basically, we are trying to apply Henry Ford's philosophy to our time in this modern life. I enjoy baking and Christoph enjoys creating and uber-engineering th

ings. We've been fortunate to find some people who like what we do and have paid a fair price for them. “We just need to find more people who want to pay a fair price for what we are making.”
There are two parts of that statement that we need your help with.
1. What is a fair price?
2. How do we get more people who want to pay a fair price for what we have? We truly do mean a FAIR price. If Wal-Mart starts selling vegan-friendly cookies at $3/dozen; then I would question their ingredients and cookie size. However, they aren’t and the markets that are selling high quality, diet specific items, are at a premium of up to $20/dozen. I think somewhere in between is reasonable and fair. I am looking for YOUR input on product quality, marketing and pricing. I am happy to pay for your consideration in exchange for our lovely cottage products. The same with beer hats; you can buy at baseball cap for $5 at Wal-Mart, but you can buy a very similar beer carton hat online for up to $80 plus shipping and then you have to wait for it to arrive in the mail. This is where FAIRNESS comes in. We are local and are using as much local or locally sourced items in creating our Cottage Products. We are realists and do NOT want to be the people you avoid because we’re excited about what we’re making and doing or you avoid us because you may feel “obligated” to “order” something from us. No, we don’t want to pressure our friends to buy from us. What we DO WANT, is that if you DO LIKE our product, please consider us for your weekly bread, monthly cookies, and special occasion cakes and deserts AT A FAIR PRICE AND WITH A FAIR ESTIMATED TIME OF DELIVERY, INSTEAD OF BUYING AT THE COMMERCIAL BIG STORES. We have always believed in and promoted: SHOP LOCAL! LOCAL MUSIC! CRAFT BEER! Etc, This is how our local economy stays alive. We believe that our community works well with Locals making Locals happy with good items at a fair price and with a fair estimated time of delivery, and it is even better with a smile or attached memory. As we have to create a stable financial platform for our personal survival, prices are negotiable and we do accept local trades (full and partial) for different things we like and can use. However, once a deal is struck, please “man up” and pay your tab as quickly as possible. We enjoy being out, but your word should be your bond in exchange for our Cottage Products. The term "Cottage Products" has just become very important for us. In researching "how to start" this type of business, approved kitchens, licensing, etc. I was happily shocked to find a new law which allows for small, home based food business to exist as a "Cottage Product" operation. Being able to go this "Cottage Product" route will save us a few months of stalled revenue and a few thousand dollars in start-up costs. ~~This means that we can post prices and availability here NOW, but the law prohibits sales over the internet, by mail order, or at wholesale. So, you can order a Russian bride online, but you have to call or text me at 727-644-0981 to place your order. After you call 727-644-0981, you tell me what you want, we agree to a price, and arrange a meet up time and place. If you would like, we can add you to an "on-demand message list" that lets you know what is currently baking in the kitchen, where we will be selling directly to the public, etc. :)

The FL Dept. of Agriculture regulates this and here is their info flyer: "http://www.freshfromflorida.com/content/download/10223/137606/CottageFoodAdvisoryChanges_Feb_2014_withFormNumber.pdf

A great joy and pleasure is felt every time I see someone tastefully enjoy what I have created in the kitchen. I suppose this is akin to how Christoph feels when someone watches their new whirlygig spin for the first time or tries on their new beer hat. It is the satisfaction of creating something that makes and becomes a memory. Sometimes that is a priceless accessory, but we just ask a fair price. ~~Would you pay $5 for a pair of earrings at Wally World? Are they personalized to what you drink and make a statement about your love of wine? ~~Would you pay $50 for a hip pair of earrings at Macy's or that cute boutique downtown? Again, these may not be lifetime changing items, but some that are adding whimsy or that extra touch to your life. Aside from traveling and utilities, every dollar spent with us is staying local. Be the person who is asked, "Oh, where did you get that?"

Thinking outside and beyond the box...
Aside from traveling, we're looking at reducing our global footprint. We all will die one day, and between now and then, we need to fill our time with purpose and create a positive legacy. Too much time has passed and we can't see ourselves going back to suit and boardroom life. Flip-flops and some wind in the hair sounds like an awesome future. Maybe some of us should get a few acres and create a commune of sorts. wow... i must be a hippie-chick at heart because its time to de-clutter and de-stress and just be. :)

Do you enjoy mushrooms, herbs, roots and other bits of nature in your food and drink recipes?
02/23/2026

Do you enjoy mushrooms, herbs, roots and other bits of nature in your food and drink recipes?

02/23/2026
Thanks Miss Anna M Mangin 🎂 baking is a science but pastry is an art
12/03/2025

Thanks Miss Anna M Mangin 🎂 baking is a science but pastry is an art

Picture a kitchen in 1891. No electric mixer. No food processor. Just a woman's hands, raw from kneading butter into flour, aching from the endless back-and-forth motion required to make a simple pie crust. Her fingers cramped. Her shoulders burned. And if she over-handled the dough even slightly, the pastry would turn out tough and heavy instead of light and flaky.
Anna M. Mangin watched this struggle every day in her catering business in Woodside, Queens. But unlike most people who simply accepted "that's how it's always been done," Anna saw a solution.
She envisioned a tool—part fork, part cutter—that would slice through cold butter and flour with sharp angular tines, mixing them thoroughly without the warmth and pressure of human hands. A tool that would cut preparation time in half and produce better, more consistent results. A tool that would save women's hands from painful, repetitive labor.
She described her vision to her husband Andrew with such clarity that he later said, "I saw that fork just as plain as I see you now."
Andrew went straight to his tool shed and whittled the first prototype from yellow pine. Once Anna approved the design, he had more substantial versions made—first from iron, then from white metal. On July 7, 1891, Anna M. Mangin filed her patent application. On March 1, 1892, the United States Patent Office granted her Patent No. 470,005 for "Improvements in Pastry-Forks."
But this wasn't just about baking. It was about something much bigger.
Anna Mangin wasn't just a home cook—she was a woman who had already broken barriers her entire life. Born Anna Matilda Barker in Louisiana in October 1844, she arrived in Massachusetts through the Underground Railroad network. She was adopted by a family in Nantucket who believed in education and equality.
While the Civil War raged, Anna attended Nantucket High School. But she didn't stay comfortable in the North. In June 1864, heeding the call for teachers to help newly freed people, she traveled to New Orleans. For four years, she taught under the Freedmen's Bureau, helping formerly enslaved children learn to read and write.
In 1870, she returned as principal of the Coliseum School. By 1877, she led one of the McDonogh Schools—institutions established specifically to provide free education "for children regardless of color." That's where she met Andrew Fitch Mangin, a Black man from Monroe, New York who worked as a teamster and coachman.
They married in August 1877 and moved to New York City, where Anna launched a new career as a cook and caterer while Andrew ran a freight business with his brothers. In January 1879, their son was born. Soon after, Andrew bought a lot in Woodside, Queens, built a small house, and moved his family there.
Anna didn't just cook—she taught. Even while running her catering business, she taught "some of the colored children in Woodside," continuing the mission that had defined her life since she was a young woman in New Orleans.
And when she saw a problem in her kitchen, she invented a solution.
Her pastry fork was brilliantly simple. The patent described it as having "straight sharp end edge" and "a plurality of small transverse apertures having sharp angular cutting-edges." The curved piece at the top of the handle functioned as a pastry cutter. The design allowed the user to press down on dry ingredients, forcing them through the angular openings, cutting and pulverizing without ever touching the food.
The tool could beat eggs, mash potatoes, thicken sauces, make salad dressings, and prepare drawn butter. But its primary purpose was revolutionary: mixing pastry dough without overworking it, producing lighter, flakier crusts with less physical strain.
In an era when a woman's hands were expected to do everything—when manual labor in the kitchen could consume an entire day—this mattered enormously.
But what made Anna's achievement truly extraordinary was WHO she was and WHEN she did it.
In 1892, Black Americans were just 27 years removed from slavery. Jim Crow laws were tightening across the South. The Supreme Court would soon legalize "separate but equal" segregation in Plessy v. Ferguson. Black women faced double discrimination—racism and sexism intertwined.
Yet Anna M. Mangin's name appeared on an official United States patent. In an era when fewer than 50 patents were granted to African American women before 1900, she claimed legal ownership of her intellectual property. She refused to be invisible.
Her invention caught the attention of organizers planning the 1893 World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago. Initially, African Americans and women were denied opportunities to participate in exhibits. But after repeated demands for inclusion, a limited number of non-white exhibits were approved.
Mangin's Pastry Fork was displayed on the second floor of the Women's Exhibit building in a small corner dedicated to the New York Afro-American Exhibit. A writer covering female inventions noticed it and called it "the only thing of its kind at the patent's office."
Think about that moment. Among the millions of visitors passing through the largest world's fair ever held, Anna Mangin's invention stood as proof. Proof that Black women were inventors. Proof that they contributed to American progress. Proof that their ideas deserved protection and recognition.
Anna didn't stop there. In January 1907, she participated in a charity fair supporting the Women's Loyal Union and the Industrial and Protective Union House for Working Girls in Brooklyn. She helped operate the Star Booth alongside other prominent Black women including librarian Florence T. Ray and Carrie Fortune, wife of newspaper publisher Timothy Thomas Fortune.
These women believed in community uplift. They believed in education. They believed in creating opportunities for the next generation. Anna and Andrew Mangin embodied these values—he eventually opened a coal yard on their property, providing both a business and a livelihood.
After Andrew died later in 1907, Anna and their son moved to a chicken farm in Brookfield, Connecticut. She lived until March 1, 1931—exactly 39 years to the day after her patent was granted. She died in a hospital in Danbury, Connecticut, and was buried in the Mangin family plot in Evergreens Cemetery.
Her pastry fork may not have become a household name. Electric mixers would eventually replace manual tools. But that misses the point entirely.
Anna M. Mangin's story isn't just about a kitchen implement. It's about a Black woman who refused to accept that innovation belonged only to others. It's about an educator who saw a problem and solved it. It's about an inventor who insisted her name be recorded, her contribution acknowledged, her intelligence respected.
At a time when the law barely recognized her full humanity, she made the law recognize her ingenuity.
Every patent tells two stories: the story of the invention, and the story of the inventor. Anna's invention improved kitchens. But her courage—filing that patent, displaying it proudly, claiming ownership of her own idea—changed something deeper.
She proved that brilliance doesn't discriminate, even when society does.
She proved that the hands that taught children, that catered meals, that served her community, were also hands that could create, innovate, and leave a permanent mark on American history.
Today, when you see a pastry cutter in a kitchen drawer, remember: a Black woman educator from Louisiana thought of it first. She described it so clearly her husband could see it. She filed the paperwork. She secured the patent. She put her name on it.
Anna M. Mangin made sure she couldn't be erased. And now, neither should her story.
God bless this American innovator, educator, and trailblazer. Her legacy reminds us that every name on a patent represents not just an invention, but an act of courage, creativity, and defiance against those who said it couldn't—or shouldn't—be done.

11/08/2025

I work at a fast-food restaurant — I won’t name it, because this story isn’t about where I work. It’s about why I still believe in kindness.

It was a quiet evening. A family of four walked in — a father, a mother, and two little boys, maybe five and eight. Their clothes were old, faded, the kind that tell stories without words. But their smiles — oh, their smiles — were full of light.

They walked up to the counter. The father’s voice was soft, hesitant. He said, “One burger, please… and one Coke.”

“One?” I asked gently. He smiled and said, “Yes. We’ll share it. It’s my son’s birthday today.”

My heart sank. The little boy beside him was beaming, too innocent to understand the weight of that word — “share.” He just kept whispering to his younger brother, “We’re going to eat a birthday burger!”

As they waited, I pretended to check the order, but I was watching them. The father held both boys close, trying to hide the sadness in his eyes. He was doing everything he could — with what little he had.

When the order was ready, I told the kids, “You go sit down, I’ll bring it to you.” The father looked at me, puzzled, but nodded. Once they sat, I turned to the kitchen and said softly, “Make it a feast.”

Four burgers.
Fries.
4 Coke.
Four small sundaes.

When I brought the tray to their table, the children’s eyes went wide — like they’d just seen magic. The birthday boy gasped, “Dad! How did you do this?!” And the father just stared at me — his lips trembling, his eyes wet. I smiled and said, “Every birthday deserves a celebration.”

I didn’t want them to know it was me. I just wanted that father to feel like a hero in front of his sons.

They left after a while, waving goodbye. I thought I’d never see them again.

But a month later, a man walked in. Clean-shaven, dressed neatly, smiling. I didn’t recognize him at first — until he said, “Do you remember me?”

It was him. The father.

He handed me a small wrapped box. Inside was a tiny Santa figurine. He said softly, his voice breaking, “I got a job now.... and I just wanted to thank you. You saved my son’s birthday when no one else cared. That day, you were our Santa.”

I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there, holding that small Santa in my hands as tears filled my eyes.

Because that day, I realized — sometimes the smallest acts of kindness can become someone’s Christmas miracle.

And every year since then, when I see that little Santa on my shelf, I remember that family — and the boy who believed his father had made magic happen.

Every day...
12/27/2023

Every day...

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12/14/2023

What is your goal?

12/14/2023

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