It’s strange getting cravings so late in my pregnancy, but I am totally obsessed with DONUTS. I’m not talking about those delicate, specialty, frou-frou donuts. No, not flavors like Salted Caramel or Boston Cream Pie or some sort of hybrid like the cronut. I’m talking about trucker, cop eating, Homer Simpson donuts. Those huge donuts that come in a pink box and you eat with coffee. Real coffee, not the cinnamon or whipped whatever. I’m talking about Joe. Those oldie but goodies like glazed, maple bars, custard, blueberry cake, and buttermilk from donut shops that have never heard the word decor and have crazy hours like 6 am to 5:30 am. There are tons of remakes, remixes, and odes whether it be music, clothing, or food. Sometimes though, you really need the original.
