Generally speaking, I do not eat fried foods. Not because it's bad for me, which it is. And not because I'm trying to eat healthier, which I wish I could say was true but I'd be lying if I claimed it and certainly not because I don't like it, because I do.
On a regular basis, ordinary day, normal circumstances, I do not eat fried foods because afterwards I regret it. I feel yucky. And I don't care to feel that way. I suppose my body is just smarter than me and rejects fried food on my behalf because I'm too stupid, too undisciplined and/or too self-indulgent to do what's best for me. That's ok. As long as one of us is in charge, it's all good.
The two exceptions are really good french fries and donuts. I eat them knowing that I will regret it later and still enjoy every bite.
I don't do it often. But I do it. And over the weekend I totally did it. Donuts. I feel like Homer Simpson.
It was Joy and Bob who told us about this place. It's in Sarasota and it's called, ofKors Donuts. That wasn't a typo. ofKors Donuts. I just took it into my head Saturday morning that rather than eat something normal and healthy, donuts would be a good idea. Donuts turned out to be a great idea.
It's a relatively small place in a plaza that is loaded with all sorts of shops. They didn't have a LOT of donuts. But they had enough. There was regular donuts (like glazed and chocolate frosted), they had fancy regular donuts (like the one with crushed up peanut butter cups on top or the one with chopped up oreo's on it). And then there were Brioche donuts (lemon or key lime). Next up was the Cronut (the combo of donut and croissant) and they even had several flavours of gluten free donuts.
The nice lady behind the counter explained to us what each donuts type was. Oh my gracious. How on earth does anyone decide? After much deliberation we chose, two glazed (good old standbys) the fancy one with peanut butter cups on top, a chocolate frosted cronut, a fancy caramel frosted one with chopped nuts on it and the lemon brioche. Colour me happy!
Shockingly, we managed to wait until we got home to eat any of them. But I think we were breathing deeply and maybe even drooling a little bit the entire drive back. Tim dived in to a glazed donuts immediately. He loved how big it was. Definitely oversized with a nice glaze and tender layers. Then he moved on to the peanut butter cup one, which was pronounced tasty. Next was the Chocolate Frosted Cronut. It was much lighter and flakier and tastier than expected. And in fact, Tim said that he would have perferred it unfrosted. Just the plain donut! Wow!
I went for the lemon brioche to begin. Love brioche anything. Everything. And this was not a disappointment. Then the lemon curd...not too sweet, not too tangy and not too much of it either. Just a tiny bit in every bite. To make it even better was the meringue on top. Holy Cats! It was just perfect! I was absolutely satisfied with that one donut and should have stopped there but no, I had to push the envelope and moved on to the caramel frosted one.
It wasn't even really frosting. It was more a caramel glaze. And it was tasty and the nuts were a nice crunchy addition and the donut was good. But compared to the first one, it was just meh. If I had only had one donut and it was the caramel one I'm sure I would have been wild for it. But that Lemon Brioche one was So Incredibly Amazing that nothing would compare. At least nothing that day.
That left one donut. The last glazed donut. But neither of us could eat another donut. Just couldn't do it. So I carefully put it in a container and then put the container in a plastic zippy. I wasn't taking a chance on that donut getting stale. I didn't eat it later on Saturday. And in fact, I didn't even eat it on Sunday (although it crossed my mind more than once). I did, however, eat it Monday morning.
With great ceremony, I removed that last remaining beautiful donut from the bag. Then from the container and put it on a plate. Then I got out my napkin and eating utensils. Yes I eat my donuts with knife and fork. Because it is such a long time between visit to donut shops, I want to savor the experience. I want it to last. And by using a fork and knife, I can cut tiny little slivers of donut at a time. I can spend a half hour or more eating that one lovely little sweet morsel of wonderfulness. And yesterday morning I did just that.
And probably just because I knew it was going to be the last one for a long while, I enjoyed the absolute heck out of that donut. Mercy!
And then, about an hour later, I ate quite a few antacids to balance it all out. Because that is how THAT works. Totally worth it.
Yup, this is me. Some people said, "Sam, you should write a Blog". "Well, there's a thought", I thought to myself. And so here it is.