Holey satisfying

According to an ad from the dairy board which pops up on teev every few years, a donut is about 20% fat. From this I deduced that if you ate five donuts in one sitting, it was like eating one donut that was composed entirely of fat.

Wobbly, yum.

Of course, even though I thought about this fact whenever I felt like a deep fried snacky cake, it rarely held me back.

One of my favourite donut experiences was several years ago when I visited my sister in Evanston, a university town near Chicago. We walked a half hour to get to a supermarket in search of some tasty treats. There was a Krispy Kreme stand in a clearing in the aisles, and nestled in some waxy paper was a sour cream donut. It’s not like it sounds. It wasn’t just a slather of sour cream sandwiched in a donut. The sour cream had been mixed into the batter before frying and sugar glazing, resulting in a sweet and tangy thing indeed.

I’ve held this memory in my head ever since, and a trip to Krispy Kreme has been mandatory the last two times I was back in the USA (u s a). The first time, they were out of sour cream donuts. The second time, this past May, it just wasn’t as good as I remember. Maybe it was because I had already had about four donuts already in that trip, and subconsciously I was seeing myself eating this fistful of fat. That’s nostalgia for ya.

Still, the news that Krispy Kreme will land its franchise in Sydney next year (sniffing the trail left by Starbucks, obviously) made me twitch momentarily in excitement and I briefly saw myself as that geeky teenage service industry guy in the Simpsons. That’s nostalgia for ya.

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before i had a “blog”, i used to write a sporadically updated letter on the front page of my website. this is one of them. i am consolidating it into these archives, because i can.