Please make me stop. It’s final exam week (then back home to Hawaii!) and I cannot stop eating Donut Man’s donuts every time the clock strikes midnight.
Most recently I fell victim to an apple fritter the size of your head and the weight of a basketball. It is absolutely luscious. The golden brown crusty, crisp shell, so finely glazed, is pure sin, giving way to a yeasty interior. This monster of a baby is studded with more apples than your heart could ever desire and hint of cinnamon. And you know. YOU KNOW. With every bite just how bad this is for you. You can feel the sugar grease slipping onto your tongue, seeping deep into the interior of your arteries. Sitting there. Waiting to clog the hell out of your health. But man, when it’s hot of the fryer and glaze is still a bit wet, you just cannot stop. You cannot. And you should not. All regrets in the tummy the next day. But oh man, it was delicious while it lasted.
On a “lighter” note, I occasionally opt for the cinnamon cake donut. It is indeed light relative to the apple fritter. It’s a simple cake donut, honest and fresh and doused in a cinnamon sugar crumb mixture. Nothing to send a letter home about, but it’s a nice break from my 2055 page business law textbook!
Dear God, please let finals week be over. I think I’m going to kneel over in exhaustion soon. And my arteries will never forgive me if I keep on donut-ing at this rate.
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