Howdy,
“It’s always a mistake.”
You’re probably not thinking about what I’m going to write about.
What the mistake is …
It’s donuts.
You know it, they, aren’t good for you.
That’s what you know. But not what you think.
What you think is, that sounds delicious; that smells tasty; that looks amazing. Those look amazing.
It’s a mistake.
But it sounds so sweet …
“It’s always a mistake.”
The quotation marks have been used because that’s my wife’s line.
A line sometimes used to keep from eating a donut — or more likely to help keep me from eating a donut. Sometimes as a reminder for a better try next time, after the sweet turns hollow inside. Which tends to be quickly.
Nonetheless — and undeterred even knowing how we think about such things — I ventured, strayed, into a donut shop today. To treat the boys.
It was to treat the boys. And they do find it a treat. Sugarcoated, admittedly, isn’t best for them but the calories don’t touch them — so they don’t have to worry what they aren’t thinking or don’t know about donuts, at least not the way we I do.
The boys just enjoy them.
Titus went for the stage usual: SPRINKLES!!! … and the more colors the better, including a bedding of pink frosting. Frosting, or glaze? Thick enough (and bright enough) to seem like frosting. A very refined (three-year-old) taste.
Jasper surprised me a bit. Turning his six-year-old’s back on sprinkles, he graduated to a full-sized maple bar.
And ate the whole thing.
Cueing … They grow up so fast!
(Gone are the days of only licking off the sprinkled frosting, before disposing of “the fuzzy stuff.” At least, for today. FULL DISCLOSURE: I believe “the fuzzy stuff” originated with cupcakes, not donuts, and in conjunction with, or by, cousin Lizzy. Either way, it’s great. And if it were Lizzy, it’s “I-ther way.” She’s seven, and she knows her stuff.)
I selected a raspberry-filled donut and “worked through” the fuzzy stuff to get to the straight sugar. Could you call THAT a mistake?
It’s always a mistake.
My wife’s right.
If nothing else, this is my alibi for not bringing one home for her.
That, and she didn’t respond to my text: “Want a donut?”
—Billy
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