What have I got to lose??? What do a few pounds more or less matter at my age??? God has given me the gift of time in these latter years, time to indulge my cravings without guilt; I have ignored the bathroom scale for over a year. It belongs in a garage sale with my yoga mat and exercise bike. Why fight it…nobody is thin any more…so today I went to a place I have never been before. This morning, after dropping Pippa off at the Pet Hospital for her semi annual exam, I went to Rebel Donut.
I braced myself and entered a leather and chains little shop. The scents of fried dough, exotic spices, cinnamon and pinion coffee calmed my anxiety. The products on display behind a glass case lured me to leer at them. A sign said one dozen donuts $7.49. A nice deal for these beauties. What would I do with a dozen fancy donuts? I will find a use.
Being a newbie to the exotic donut culture I decided against the “spirited” ones on the top shelf, out of reach of children. I started with the entry level on the bottom, and gradually worked my way up to the hard core stuff. Tough decisions. I went with a maple bacon, pancake and bacon, cinnamon crumb, blue corn pinion, apple green chili fritter, 2 decorated skull shaped concoctions, one plain, several with fruit in the center, one coated with rice crispy treats and marshmallow, and one big cream filled frosted extra long “John.”
The clerk had placed my selections in a box with the store logo on the lid. He opened the top and presented them to me at the register, a watercolor painting. He rung me up. $19.41!
“I thought these were $7.49 cents, like the sign says.”
“That price was only for the basic ones. You chose some specials,” he looked me in the eye.
I didn’t know there was a hierarchy among donuts, oh well, live and learn. I paid the price. Was it worth it?
“I’ll take a small pinion coffee, to go.”
In the car I opened the box and selected my first choice, the maple bacon. First bite, a cake style, maple flavored extremely sweet icing, strips of bacon on top. Definitely satisfied my sugar cravings and then some. The coffee was excellent!
At home with eleven exotic donuts I called my friend.
“I’m bringing you some breakfast.” I carried the box across the street and met her in the driveway. I slowly opened the lid and she laughed. “Pick one…oh, go ahead, two!” The french toast with a cream dollop, and the decorated skull, “Good choice!”
Still nine left. I called my next-door neighbor who once mentioned she liked donuts.
“Bev, I need some help getting rid of $20.00 worth of donuts.”
“Well, come right over,” she said.
When I opened the lid she laughed. “well, let’s see…I always like these filled ones,” pointing to the long john.
“Go right ahead, enjoy, and thanks for helping me get rid of these things.”
Eight more to go…I made myself a cup of coffee, not near as good as the pinion, sat down to check my E mail, and ate a cinnamon crumb cake donut….delish!
Seven left. Into the freezer in plastic bags…I’ll find a use!