[shudders and runs away]
The one and only donut I have ever craved was from an orchard in H-ville. The last thing I ever thought I’d fall in love with: the apple cider donut (insert angels and harp music here).
Small, and warm, each bite moist and perfect in every way. I only had one, as I let the girls scarf down the remaining two, after they’d each had one. (But for reals we should have drawn straws or something!)
Yes. All of my donut dreams consist of that beautiful day!