I’m still thinking about my doughnut, bacon, maple post from last week.
I was recently on a road trip and stopped (twice) at a doughnut shop (Dunkin Donuts) and was dismayed at the poor quality of the product. These shops advertise that they offer quality goods, (mostly) twenty-four hours a day. Not this time. The donuts were stale.
A bit later, on another trip, I encountered a stellar doughnut shop, on my way to the airport in Roanoke, Virginia (Krispy Kreme). It was all one could expect – friendly, white-haired ladies in aprons at the counter, a bright, clean shop, a wide selection of fresh, fresh doughnuts, a wonderful aroma. Doughnut heaven.
I know this is a frivolous post and doughnuts are nutritional instruments of the devil, but oh they can be so good. We don’t have many doughnut shops where I live. Ich ben wanting ein berliner.
Gunsmoke and Knitting 