I like donuts. I could even say that I love donuts. Although, I could never be at the Homer Simpson level of donut love. That truly is intense. Plus, I maybe eat a donut once every six months or so. Does that constitute love?
I work in clinic and thus so-called bad food is often frowned upon. But, let me tell you if you bring im the early morning a box of 48 munchkins, by noon they will be gone. All gone. I’m not passing judgement the way others do. One donut every once in a blue moon won’t hurt ya. It may even fill you with grand momentary joy. Even if you then feel like you have to go work out afterwards for your food-sin. Which truly we should let the sin-eater absolve. Have I been random enough for ya?
While I debatably love donuts, I don’t care for Dunkin Donuts. One, they don’t taste super fatty and donuts should taste fatty. Otherwise, what’s the point? Two, I grew up eating NYC corner-store donuts. Yum. Three, I always associated Dunkin Donuts with Boston and as a New Yorker that will not do. Growing up there were barely any Dunkin Donuts -those were further up in New England. Now they are everywhere. But I’m old school and thus prefer other types of donuts.
Luckily for me, I live in Los Angeles for now where every other street on the main drags has a local donut shop or two. There is a place called Yum Yum that I desperately would like to try sometime. I have been here for over a year now and I have yet to step ointo any of these local donut shops. The horror. And apparently I am missing out on something. As we were driving around various neighborhoods looking for a house, I came across this donut shop that (just like almost everything else in LA) has a drive-thru. It’s called Randy’s donuts and the line was long. We kept driving but my stomach growled to no avail.
When I got home, looked out my windows and caught a beautiful sight. It was a skyline covered in the glow of the moon. I stood transfixed at my window. I closed my eyes and wondered what the next day would bring. Would I find a new home to call my on in this odd city? There is no core to this city but here I am wishing to find one to call my own.
I looked out my window wishing that I could touch that glorious moon and maybe have a bite of a delicious creme-filled donut. It’s not much to ask for, right?