As a little girl there was always one thing that I would look forward to during the week. Sunday donuts. No matter where we lived or what temperature it was outside, Sunday was always the day that the family ventured to the nearby bakeshop to get fresh donuts for breakfast before Church. Some mornings dad would have already gotten the task done early. Knowing how happy it made me, he'd wake up early, put on his boots, and get the donuts and bring them home. We'd all wakeup to the fresh smell of bakedgoods in the house. Even during the bostons blizzards mom bundled us up like snowmen with scarves from head to toe and we'd waddle and hike out to our little sunday treat. My parents weren't going to spend the entire day inside with two rambunctious little girls. Mom always said "we are an adventuresome family!"
Haven't managed to find a donut shop in Florida that I am a fan of yet. Yes, every place has dunken donuts. But when you are used to the fresh smells and scenery of the little family owned shop, no donut will taste good in comparison. Just call me a donut snob! I can tell the difference.
Probably for the better though ;) I know donuts aren't always the healthiest things to eat!
1 comment:
this is one of my favorite posts yet!
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