Showing some consistency, as I finished my coffee, closed a spreadsheet, stood up and stretched, my thinking turned to food and I thought, wow, I could really use a donut today.
That was a surprise. I haven't eaten a donut in a long time. I'm a Krispy Kreme devotee but I'm not married to them. Krispy Kreme donuts are stocked in a few of our grocery stores but our local donut shop is Puck's. Whenever you're downtown by Oak Street and East Main, Puck's fresh donut smells will taunt you.
I was a Dunkin' Donut fan as a child but that's because there was always one nearby. None are out here in the area of the country and I've drifted away from them.
That was one of the big deals about being stationed in the states and working for corporations in America. Every Friday was donut day. In the military, it was typically dress uniform day or BUD day, to prove you had the uniforms in your possession and could wear them. In California, we practiced casual Friday and donut day. It was fun going into the break room or kitchen and discovering the box. Most days and places, it was a huge pink box, with its lid pulled back to expose its golden treasures. Such choices of filled, old fashioned, glazes, caked and kreullers. Want sprinkles with your chocolate or vanilla frosting? How about something with nuts or a maple log? Perhaps one of the lemon, chocolate or creme filled puppies will satisfy your taste buds' needs.
Maybe you were one of the big players, out to snag a huge cinnamon roll, bear claw, Danish, or apple fritter. There were few people willing to take on a whole one of those. Hovering around the boxes were people eyeing the scene with a knife and napkin in hand, asking, "Does anyone want to share a bear claw with me?"
Yes, it's been a while since I've had a donut. Perhaps today I should correct that.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com