It’s Friday and it’s time to talk about donuts. My work provides donuts on Fridays and I try my best not to eat them but it’s so hard. I understand what a donut is. It’s fried dough with sugar. So simple, so unhealthy, and so darn delicious.
I’m not sure when my love affair with the donut started. I remember going to Dunkin’ Donuts as a child. My favorite was either chocolate covered, or donut holes; both were the best option.
When I got just a little older, still a small child, I met a lady who made her own homemade donuts. She actually made these wonderful homemade donut holes that I could eat hundreds of. I remember watching her make them and eating them right after they had been glazed. I assure you that nothing could beat those wonderful little bites of heaven.
I believe that the next stage in my donut development was when I lived in Alexandria, VA. There was a Krispy Kreme store there. They weren’t quite as widespread back then as they are now. I discovered the “Hot Doughnuts Now” sign. These little glazed gems are awesome. I once ate a dozen in under 10 minutes. They’re really just like sweet fried air; so light, so wonderful.
My tastes now lean to what I like to call, “the king of donuts”. That’s right; the big boy, the apple fritter! I used to go to a little store in Washington, DC where they called their version, “The Big Ugly”. It must have been 10 inches in diameter; at least I remember it that way. I still haven’t found another apple fritter like it, but I keep trying. It’s so hard for me to pass up an apple fritter. They just call to me.
You can make your own donuts pretty easily. I’ve made them from scratch before although I use a beignet recipe, making them just a little bit unhealthier. If you’re lazy, you can just use some Pillsbury biscuits. (the kind that come in the tube) You cut them into smaller pieces and throw them in some hot oil. You can make some glaze, or just dust them with powdered sugar. They’re really great and only take a few minutes.
It’s time for me to grab a donut!
Hummmm. I can identify with your "problem." I stop about three (or five) mornings a week at the Donut Shop across the street from where I work for an Apple Fritter. The lady behind the counter sacks one up when I walk in the door. I don't say a word except "thanks," and I am on my way with the awful knowledge that I grow fatter and weaker day by day.
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