An ode to donuts
The delight of donuts!
Sticky pops of color, gooey drizzles of flavor, all on a deep fried ring. It's the epitome of Saturday morning joy at the beach house. When the house is full of kids, there's a chorus of 'Donuts! Donuts! When are we getting donuts?!' and it's almost a cruel game to tease them about waiting... waiting until after real breakfast, waiting until after the grownups drink at least two cups of coffee, waiting until after the quick trip to the hardwre store.
This week, the house is kid-free, and I was the impatient youth this morning on the phone by 9am ordering this beautiful dozen. I'm not much for the candy store, but I was a kid in a donut shop, selecting blueberry glaze with lemon drizzle, then a maple with bacon, a strawberry with rainbow sprinkles, a double chocolate, and so on and so forth.
Behold this beautiful dozen!
I decided to cut them in half, optimizing the sample size for the five of us here. I just indulged in a marshmellow drizzle with oreo crumbles, and eying the cinnamon sugar. I am now in a sugar coma, rethinking my plans to run.