It’s no mystery I love doughnuts.
I love doughnuts, burger, fries, and anything else that, if eaten excessively, can kill you. One day, I was craving a dozen doughnuts. That’s right not one, but a dozen. I was thinking of the different types of doughnuts that come in that wonderful white box from the bakery. Let’s see there’s glazed, glazed twist, plain cake doughnuts ( Oh I love those), doughnuts with sprinkles, jelly filled doughnuts (not a fan), sour cream cake doughnuts, and blueberry cake doughnuts. Oh, what a wonderful thought.
Here is the thing, I recognize that I am a sugar addict. I recognize that I have a problem controlling that part of the brain that Dr.Oz likes to point out most Americans can’t control and causes “sugar addiction”. Side note: I had to stop watching Dr.Oz because I got tired of learning about how just about everything I do normally would cause cancer or lead to death. Seriously, everything from choosing the wrong lip balm to how sitting down too long will give me a heart attack and lead to death.
Anyway, where was I? Oh! I love doughnuts. So being the sugar addict I am I wanted a doughnut and I wanted it at that moment so I decided to make 12 of them. My dozen! And it just so happen that I had a pint of fresh blueberries in the refrigerator. EUREKA! The sugar gods wanted me to have them. It was just as important to them as it was to me that I surrendered to my fleshly request for the warm, soft, and sugar glazed fried dough of deliciousness. I made them, I ate some of them, and I was satisfied. I am proud to report that I only ate 3 and called the Betty Crocker hotline of sugar addicts. Now all I need is a sponsor. Maybe Dr.Oz wouldn’t mind sponsoring and telling me other ways I can die.Print