I love donuts.
Who doesn't, really?
Another big confession: (TWO! You get a two-fer Tuesday...lucky you.)
I like those personality quiz/analysis things you can take that tell you what kind of dog you resemble (border collie) or color that describes you (red) or place you should be living according to how you answer the pathetic multiple choice quiz (luxury villa in the south of France). I can hardly pass them by.
And not because I think they'll bring to light any deep mysteries of my psyche or anything. I like to try to stump them, truthfully. Which is crazy, I know, because I'm sort of trying to stump myself! (A naturally occuring phenomenon that doesn't need any assistance whatsoever...) Is that not the dumbest thing you've ever read?
Fasten your seatbelts, folks...it gets dumber....
The mind reels....
SO
I was sneaking half a cherry fritter out of the appallingly loud plastic wrapped container, to soak up the coffee that I may have made a leetle too strong this morning. (Before you start clucking...I KNOW I could dilute it with water, but cherry fritters are a better choice. The caffeine is absorbed into the fried, glazed dough and time released through out the morning. That's right. Stick with me, kid...and take notes.) In the delicate process of freeing the donut, I thought about how people have very specific preferences on donuts and how it perhaps explained certain facets of their personalities.
For your reading pleasure, my unscientific list of "If you like this type....then you are this type" using donuts as a personality indicator:
Maple bar- Classic person with classic style. You probably make sure the pictures on your wall are balanced and square, your clothes are basic colors that can be mix-and-matched with each other, and more than likely you have something with your monogram on it...somewhere. Pearls? Check. Navy blazer? Check. Pot roast on Sunday? check.
Chocolate with sprinkles- DRAMA! Your tastes run to the bold and flamboyant. Other people may sit in chairs on the edge of the dance floor, but you're the first one on the floor, hoping for a good tango. You like red velvet cake. With sprinkles. When asked to describe your wardrobe, the first thing that would leap to mind is "color, and lots of it"!
Cake donut- Ah, you are the steady, stable one that all of us call for good advice. Just enough sweet to make you approachable, you are immovable in your convictions and content in your own skin. You probably drive a good car that has been paid off for years, and there are no ruffles in your closet! (The clothes, however, are hung by color family and type.)
Bismarck (filled)- Sentimental, tender and thoughtful, you are the one who remembers to send birthday cards on time. No one can hurry you...you take your time in life, appreciating the details and soaking up the little moments. YOU are the one with ruffles....or perhaps a fine mohair sweater. You've probably read Pride and Predjudice more than once....*sigh*
Fritter- You're on the run! A person with places to go and people to see, no time for straightening pictures or that nonsense. Your attention is short, but your list of interests is long. People find you fascinating, but they can't keep up....so they take blurry pictures of you and wave as you move to the next cool thing. Carnivals are your favorite place, because of the rides and portable food.
Glazed- You don't like a lot of attention drawn to yourself. Flying under the radar is your modus operandi! Quiet and perhaps a bit shy, you wear a lot of beige and your house is decorated in pastels. You're a soothing sort of soul that is like a good cup of tea on a brisk day. One-on-one conversations are your style, and you always write thank-you notes within 24 hours of recieving a gift.
Holes- You think outside the box. What the heck...you live outside the box. Actually, you're not sure where the box is, nor do you care! You pride yourself on your uniqueness and unusual way of looking at life....unfortunately, you are so busy being odd that you haven't noticed there are a lot of that same sort! Anyone looking in your closet would get dizzy, with all the choices. And there is curry powder in your spice rack, just so people wonder what you've been cooking up.
There are a lot of other types....if I've missed yours, feel free to add it on a sticky note!
And I'm going to try to get the glaze off the keyboard, now...

2 comments:
OK, so I swore off donuts when I turned 30. Swore completely off them. Then, last year at Elaine's pre-school open house, they served the most incredible, magic, amazing, melt-in-your-mouth, delicious donut holes I have ever eaten in my life. I had to find out from where these miraculous morsels originated. They're from this local donut shop in a bad part of town, but also, oh sweet serendipity, the ramp to the highway is right by there. You'd be surprised how often I need to get on that section of the highway, too.
So, in short, after a decade or so, I'm back on donuts. HOLES, of course!! (And I have curry in my spice rack, too!)
So while I do love a good cake donut (check on all those things - wow that was weird), my favorite is a good pain au raisin. I'm not sure what you would call them in English, because raisin danish sounds so so boring. If I need the extra sugar rush, it's pain au chocolat. What does that say about me? Wait. Don't answer that.
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