There are a lot of things I like about food, but if I had to rank them, coffee, doughy/pastry treats and lewd innuendo/silly names would be right up there. So if you gave me a recipe for something that is essentially a pull-apart loaf made of doughnut holes, and then preceded to tell me that this most wondrous creation is called monkey bread, I may just experience apoplexy. At least I managed to finish baking it first…

And then, with a delightful Bolivian San Juan 8 Estrella, heaven suddenly got even better…