A Dearth of Donuts

I haven’t eaten a donut in over a month.

In fact, I remember the last donut I ate. It was picked out from a special donut shop by a very sweet little girl in whose house we were staying as part of our long road trip out west. That donut was spectacular, but it seems to have been the last hurrah.

My house has no donuts or cookies or pie. Though I chose CAKE as my word for 2022, the monthly cake baking stopped in April and so there is no cake. No cupcakes. No wee Bundt cakes with icing. Nothing light and airy.

Unless you count me.

While perhaps not really light and airy, I am light-er by eight pounds.

There are also no chips, crackers, pretzels, and very few nuts of any worth. And, last, and this is profound.

There is no cheese.

This has made cocktail hour a grim and exclusively liquid affair. Like afternoon tea with just tea.

Yes, I know I can eat a small handful of walnuts. I just did. I eat walnuts and apples and rivers of grapes. In fact, my husband has taken to calling red grapes dessert grapes. He is also eight pounds lighter although it is hard to envision him as light and airy. He is, however, becoming svelte, which is fun to watch.

I’m not complaining since I could get in the car and go buy a box of donuts this very second. I’m just making an observation that life goes on, somehow, without them.

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