The women at work were discussing donuts.
Two boxes of Krispy Kremes had appeared on the kitchen table, seemingly out of nowhere.
-I don't even see those.
-See what?
-Exactly.
-They're not even the kind I like.
-What kind are they?
-The ones with the chocolate icing and that stuff ...
-Custard?
-Yeah, the custard in the middle.
Me: (Shrilly inserting myself into the conversation as I can rarely resist doing.) I don't eat the ones with the custard centers. I don't believe in them. YOU ARE A DONUT. YOU DON'T ALSO NEED TO BE A BOWL OF PUDDING.
We ask too much of our food.
Larry brought home a pair of Gigi's Cupcakes the other night (leftovers from a school function), and the frosting-to-cake ratio was so obscene, it was as if Black Beauty herself had ingested a bucket of glitter and painstakingly beshat each one.
Which is not to say I didn't eat one. My strong donut morals, apparently, don't transfer onto cake. Even when the cake looks like Carmen Miranda.
Two boxes of Krispy Kremes had appeared on the kitchen table, seemingly out of nowhere.
-I don't even see those.
-See what?
-Exactly.
-They're not even the kind I like.
-What kind are they?
-The ones with the chocolate icing and that stuff ...
-Custard?
-Yeah, the custard in the middle.
Me: (Shrilly inserting myself into the conversation as I can rarely resist doing.) I don't eat the ones with the custard centers. I don't believe in them. YOU ARE A DONUT. YOU DON'T ALSO NEED TO BE A BOWL OF PUDDING.
We ask too much of our food.
Larry brought home a pair of Gigi's Cupcakes the other night (leftovers from a school function), and the frosting-to-cake ratio was so obscene, it was as if Black Beauty herself had ingested a bucket of glitter and painstakingly beshat each one.
Which is not to say I didn't eat one. My strong donut morals, apparently, don't transfer onto cake. Even when the cake looks like Carmen Miranda.
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