H. Gordon Hartman loved routine. Every Sunday he attended the 5:30 AM Fisherman’s Mass at his church in New Orleans. He’d stop by Haydel’s Bakery for a dozen jelly donuts to bring home for the family. Placing the box on the kitchen table, he’d climb into bed for some more sleep. Waking a couple hours later, he looked forward to a steaming cup of chicory coffee and munching a delicious Haydel’s jelly donut. This particular morning Hartman tried to remain calm. “It’s been three weeks now,” he declared to the counter clerk at Haydel’s. “There’s hardly any jelly in the donuts. We never had this problem before.” “I don’t know what to tell you Mr. Hartman,&rdq...