Thursday, December 31, 2009
What I Learned in 2009
For the new year, I wish you much coffee and many donuts, either literally or metaphorically, whichever works better for you.
And most of all, I wish you love. Big boxes of frosted love. With sprinkles.
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Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Ode to a Donut, Opus #4 (opus latericium)
A thousand flavours from a maund she drew
Of sprinkle, powder, and of shaved chocolate,
Which one by one she in a vat threw,
Upon whose heated rim she was set;
Like usury applying wet to wet,
Or monarchs' hands, that lets not bounty fall
Where want cries 'some,' but where excess begs all.
Of folded menus she let many go,
Which she perused, sighed, tore, and gave the vat;
Cracked many a ring of chocolate and dough,
Bidding them find their sepulchres in fat;
Found yet more rings gladly shrouded in icing,
With slighted batter and affectedly
Enswathed, and sealed to curious secrecy.
(co-copted from the Shakespeare)
The Saddest Christmas Story You'll Ever Read
"What was that?" I said.
My wife explained. "We had a discussion this afternoon and we all thought it would be nice if we could have donuts to eat on Christmas morning."
I began shaking in anticipation. Finally. A Christmas miracle. After being deprived--voluntarily--of Dunkin' Donuts for weeks, I would finally FINALLY be able to indulge in some precious double chocolate cake donuts. And maybe a chocolate creme, the most evil and disgusting and delicious donut of all. We had to order a dozen and there were only eight of us, so I was guaranteed at least two or three donuts to call my very own.
We arrived at church and I sat through the service in my own personal religious ecstasy. We heard "Gift of the Magi
We departed and took the turn away fro our home and towards Dunkin' Donuts. My wife looked at me.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Dunkin' Donuts," I replied. Duh.
"Oh," she said. "Right. I forgot about that."
Forgot?! Okay. It's okay. Calm blue ocean. Sweet chocolate donut. I breathed and kept driving.
We arrived at Dunkin' Donuts, the building softly lit in the early evening dark, a sanctuary of peace and tranquility in an ever-quieting city, sleeping silently as Christmas truly began to enfold us all.
The kids and I slipped out of the minivan, orders taken from the rest of our party, and we waltzed into the sweet oasis.
Inside, a young employee was mopping the floor behind the counter. Behind him were the racks. And they were empty.
Completely and utterly empty. Devoid of any trace of donuts.
There were two muffins and a handful of bagels. And nothing else. Nothing at all.
"Um," I finally stammered, "We wanted to get some donuts."
"We're out," the employee said. "Sorry." He pushed the mop away from us without so much as a second glance.
I stood in shock, frozen in place for a moment, taking in the empty surroundings, then finally gathered up my children and my courage and returned to the minivan to deliver the news.
They took it well. A little shocked, as I was, but then my wife suggested we try the other Dunkin' Donuts across town. So we headed out. But to no avail. It was the same story at the other store. No donuts. There were no donuts to be found anywhere. No room at the inn.
My wife eventually bought a chocolate bundt cake at the grocery store. Sure, it looked a bit like a giant donut, and it was not unlike the chocolate glazed donut in taste and texture.
But it wasn't the same. It wasn't the same thing at all.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Merry Christmas!
Friday, December 18, 2009
Our Favorite New Play
Okay, so none of us have actually seen Superior Donuts, now playing on Broadway.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Donuts as Health Food. No, Seriously.
I’m not going to lie to you.
I talk about donuts a lot more than I actually eat them. Who wants to drive across town to the Dunkin’ Donuts just to grab a couple of circular pastries full of sweet loving goodness? Or maybe a half dozen, since I went ahead and made the trip all the way out there. Or a full dozen so there’ll be some for later. Plus a couple of spares to eat in the car on the way home. And coffee, hot delicious coffee.
Okay, maybe I would like to do that every day. But the point is, I don’t. I know they are tasty and I know that if I eat them every day, not only will I be broke but I will be as big as a house, to coin a phrase. But I also know that, in moderation, they aren’t going to kill me. In fact, they might make it easier to eat that big salad for lunch. Or go on that 15 minute walk I know I should take. If I know there can be a reward, an occasional prize for sticking with good things like raw fruits and vegetables, it can make that celery even sweeter. Okay, celery is really only sweet when you pour honey on it, but still, that’s better than eating a whole donut and, well, I’m thinking I could use a little reward right about…NOW.
