National Donut Day
Friday was National Donut Day. NDD started in 1938 as a fundraiser for the Salvation Army in Chicago and as a way to honor the women who served donuts to World War I soldiers. In 2012 in Thai Town, Los Angeles, Sandra and I stuffed our faces in honor of stuffing our faces.
Sandra and I are mutual fans of gastronomic delights, multifarious pondering and good-natured mischief. It was perfect, then, that we should find ourselves in each other’s company Friday morning on our way home from a chiropractic appointment. Yes, we are also carpool partners to the chiropractor’s office. Sandra and I have had a bit of an obsession with donuts as of late (“as of late” = the span of approximately 13 — and counting — months) so we were only too happy to have an official excuse for a morning snack! We appointed California Donuts as the chosen venue and off we went.
We pulled over to text Google for the California Donut address. Dumb phones, hazzah!
There is no pleasure like spotting one’s destination in the tome that is the Thomas Guide, especially with a well-manicured finger. Also, I mustn’t fail to mention the fact that 7-11 bookends our trip.
National Donut Day was obviously well under way. Slim pickin’s!
To be honest, nothing about donuts should be associated with the word ‘fresh’.
Feeling gross after all that sugar, the clear remedy was splitting an egg-and-cheese bagel with alternating splashes of Tapatio and Sriracha per bite.
She was obviously judging us from behind the box of Kellogg’s Special K.
you are SO judged! i, on the other hand, applaud you for enjoying what every person knows they love, even if they can’t admit it – fried sweet dough.
omg love it! aahhh- how i miss your sense of humor.