When I was young, I used to watch my grandmother dip her Krispy Kreme doughnut into her coffee cup and take big bites of the brown soaked sugary confection. She always looked at me, smiled and winked. Meanwhile, I was doing my best to eat every sugary morsel of my own doughnut.
As a teenager, our church group would go door to door bright and early on Saturday morning selling hot, fresh Krispy Kreme doughnuts. It didn’t take long before people started to expect us and we earned a tidy sum for our hard work. Of course, there was a lovely reward of doughnuts for ourselves as well.
Years have gone by, each filled with wonderful moments and doughnuts. Now that I’ve become diabetic, it is a little different. Sometimes (not often), Alyssa and I drive to the Krispy Kreme at 11:00 p.m. and buy doughnuts fresh, hot and right off the line. My favorite is the plain glazed and Alyssa’s is the chocolate iced doughnut, so I buy one dozen of each.
It takes less than five minutes for Alyssa to eat six and me to eat eight doughnuts.
There’s only one word to describe our love of doughnuts.