I love donuts.
The woman behind the donut machine,
In Steele’s grocery in 1950’s Fort Collins, CO,
Next to St Luke’s Episcopal church (my church) on College and Oak (I think),
Across the street from BPOE, the Elks club,
Watched the donuts drop in to the carrousel of hot lard,
Move half way around the track and flip to cook the other side,
And then continue the full circle to drop down the chute to be captured,
I delivered the Coloradoan newspaper to her home,
So she would give me a warm, sweet, mouth watering sample donut,
When I came in and she was cooking them.
Now I can’t eat them.
I have type II diabetes and am on a diet, having lost 26 lbs.
Last week we were in Wheatland, CA after the passing of my 37 year old grandson,
And near the Suites we stayed was Krispy Creme.
I can’t eat them either.
They have a similar way to cook them, in rows instead of a carrousel,
And like that other donut machine, they flip half way to brown the other side.
I just love Krispy Kreme’s.
Oh sure there are other donuts in my life, non edible and non enticing:
The spare tire in my Honda Element is just such a donut,
A small tire only strong enough to get you to Les Schwab to fix the flat,
Or better yet, to remain hidden under the back deck while AAA is called.
Remaining hidden is a good thing for donuts.
There is also a donut (hole) in my Medicaid, wherein I have to pay until I get out of it;
I hope Obama care fixes that.
Sometimes love handles that live around my middle are called a donut, now called muffin too?
I don’t eat them, but they are there due to some heavy donut bouts in the past.
I used to stop at the donut shop in Hollywood, Portland, OR to get a bag of donuts to eat on the way to school in Corvallis or Eugene,
Not Dunkin’ Donuts, the other one.
I’m paying for that now.
I never cared much for the boxed powdered Wonder bread/Hostess donuts,
Too dry, not fresh.
I don’t sit on a donut, though I have in the past when hemorrhoids got bad, a cusion of air, that is.
Anyway despite my digressions,
I still have donuts on my mind,
Hot fresh frosted cake donuts with sprinkles.
I have yet to visit Voodo Donuts in Portland, home of the donut with bacon on it?
– Small town boy