Donut Stories- these are the instances which introduced our donut followers to, well, donuts. The fond, sugar coated, cream and jelly filled memories that make experiencing a new shop all that much better. I don't know what I enjoy more, the first bite, or recounting the first bite to a newbie. I give you my better half..Sara :)
My house never contained any kind of junk food. At least not within kid’s reach. Popcorn and a can of soda were reserved only for Saturday nights. Cookies and ice cream were for birthdays. Chips came from other friends at the lunch table. As a kid this is completely unreasonable. The house should be full of candy and snacks at all times for whenever I want them. Now, of course, I see that this kind of household has become more the norm with kids getting fatter and fatter. Thanks mom for not making me obese.
So, my childhood home held any kind of delicious, artery clogging trans or saturated fats out of kid’s reach. It was also a household where my younger brother and I went to church school every Sunday morning. I am not a morning person. Ask anyone who knows me. If I wake up before the sun; don’t come near me. Going to church on Sunday morning was usually the last thing I wanted to do and the best way for my parent’s to get me to go – a bribe. And what could the best possible bribe be for a sugar and fat deprived child?