I had a flat tire the other day. Not that there is ever a great time to have a flat, but this day was a really bad day for a flat. I’m driving down the road with just enough time to get from one appointment to the next when suddenly I hear a “pop” and then a “whoosh”! I pulled into a church parking lot and watched as my tire quickly flattened to the ground taking all my sense of accomplishment for the day right along with it.
What to do? I knew how to change a tire but I was in a hurry! Oh well, I decided, I was going to miss my next appointment no matter who changed the tire. So I unloaded the trunk and dug out the “donut”. My husband’s lessons of showing me how to change a tire paid off and in 45 minutes I was on my way. A little dirty but felling a sense of accomplishment at having changed my tire.
On the way home I realized I was hungry and for some strange reason I had a craving for donuts? I had no time for donuts so the best I could do was reminisce about one of the best donuts I’ve ever had. When we were in Portland, Oregon last year we visited a funky little shop called Voodoo Donut where I had the most delicious, fluffy donut with maple icing and strips of bacon. It was not a round donut but rectangular like a bar and enough for two servings (or maybe 1 serving after changing a flat tire). It reminded me of dipping bacon into maple syrup while eating pancakes. It was the perfect balance of sweet, savory and yum!
I sure could go for one of those about now but Portland is a little far to travel for a donut…..hmmmm, I feel a kitchen experiment coming on!
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