Donuts Always Win

Being gainfully employed (and grateful to be, given these economic times) at a job that robs me of nearly all the functional daylight hours of my life, daytime TV holds a great deal of mystique for me.  In the days I’m home, I always have plans to write, cook, and sleep. As it ends up, I find myself captivated by idle chatter on topics that numb my mind.

Today is no exception. After wolfing down two Friday Donuts,  I had to step away from the Jolly Pirate box for the safety of all involved and found the remote pointed in the direction of Regis & Kelly. (My only explanation is that the batteries in the remote are nearly dead and I needed a bit of recoup time after the frosted devil’s food/coconut combo).

Imagine my pleasure when Regis pulled out a plate crammed with yellow Peeps and shared a few facts. Nothing I didn’t already know (32 calories in a Peep, Kelly). Unfortunately my enjoyment was short-lived when Kelly squealed in her annoyingly sorority-girl way and proclaimed to the daytime tv-viewing world that fresh Peeps were the best.

WHAT?!

As much as I adore those marshmallow beasts, there’s just nothing to them until they’re chewy (or, as Kelly wrongly termed, “stale”.)  Luckily, one evening without the protective cellphane wrapper turns those sugary babies chewy. 8 hours to pure Peep heaven is a sacrifice I’m willing to make.

All this talk of Peeps reminded me of one thing: sugar. And the thought of sugar reminded me of one thing: donuts. How the heck did I get on this couch when there’s an open box of donuts on the counter?

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