Coming home from summer vacation. Driving from Massanutten, Virginia. But before we left the state, or even got on the interstate, we had to stop at Krispy Kreme. Watching that conveyor belt of delicious, freshly made donuts, go through a maze of processing, ending with the final submersion in that white veil of thin delicious glaze. The smell, wafting through the entryway, enough to make your mouth water and your mind tingle. I got two original donuts with a cold brew. I still remember their sweet deliciousness, blowing Dunkin’ Donuts completely out of the water in my humble opinion. Glazed donuts are wonderful and simple. These are things that I like best.
Eyes glazed over stoned or dead. What’s the difference if resurrection is truly real? Eskimo pie sky high. Lady of the Lake. Supercalafragilisticexpialadocious. Mary Poppins floating up in her umbrella in a white dress. Skiing down mountain tops made of powdered sugar. Ride on the Magic School Bus. Analyzing molecules. Getting baked in a cake. Yeast donuts over cake donuts.