Friday, April 23, 2004

Mmmm! Doughnuts!*

I admit it. I have a sweet tooth.

My son has inherited this weakness. He loves food in general, which is obvious given his rotundness, but he has a special affinity for sweets of any kind. Fruit, cookies, cakes, pies, doughnuts, you name it, he likes it. My daughter on the other hand could care less about most sweets. Sure, she'll nibble an apple or a cookie, but she has nothing like the sweet tooth that her dad and little brother have (her one exception is ice cream - she loves ice cream).

So, yesterday I was at the grocery store with the kids and we walked by a shelf of doughnuts. My son recognized the Krispy Kreme box and asked, "Doughnut? Doughnut?" Sounded good to me, so I bought a box of glazed ones. I've never been particularly fond of that type (not that I'd pass one up, mind you, but I prefer the chocolate-covered, custard-filled variety), but an incident on our recent vacation changed my mind regarding the tastiness of the simple glazed doughnut.

We were heading to the beach. Thumper (who has a sweet tooth of her own) was sitting next to me as I drove our van. My wife was sitting in back with our kids. We were following some of our family in another van since we didn't know the way. They kindly pulled over several times to wait for us when we got stuck at red lights. Everything was fine. Until, that is, we neared a local Krispy Kreme shop. Suddenly, Thumper exclaimed, "The light is on! The light is on! Quick, turn!" Apparently, the doughnut shops turn on a light when a batch of doughnuts has just come out of the oven. I barely had time to swing into the driveway, but we made the turn. A minute later we were each clutching a piping-hot, sticky doughnut. Very, very good indeed!

Those in the van leading us were a bit bewildered when they noticed we were no longer following them. Thanks to cell phones though, we figured out where we were going. They just shook their heads when we finally caught up and pulled up at the beach with our box of doughnuts.

So, now my 2-year old son is sitting here next to me, eating a Krispy Kreme glazed doughnut that I just nuked in the microwave for a few seconds. It's not quite as good as fresh out of the oven, but he doesn't seem to mind.

*Please read this title using your best Homer Simpson voice.

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