I spy joy in doughnuts

Driving to KATU Tuesday to pick up the March for Babies DVD they so wonderfully produced (KATU is the TV sponsor for March for Babies – the main fundraiser for March of Dimes), I saw a mass of pink off to the left. The entirely pink building drew my attention away from oncoming traffic, as I believe it would most people, and I saw a funky little sign that said Voodoo Doughnuts.I’ve seen them on the news and came away with the impression that Voodoo Doughnuts is somewhat of a famous (or is it infamous?) place. So, on the way back to March of Dimes I stopped in to see for myself. There were maple bars with bacon on top, chocolate cake doughnuts with cocoa puffs imbedded in fudge frosting — all kinds of wonders that Dunkin never dreamed of.

Then I saw it. On top of the counter was this 3-gallon bucket of day-old doughnuts. For $5. Now, I ask you, how can you possibly pass that up? Huh? All the way back to the office the sweet smell of doughnuts filled my mommy-van. I could barely contain myself and immediately as I entered the office door the bucket was spotted. Shrieks of delight (many of them coming from me) were heard by (probably) the whole floor. It was a bucket-o-doughnuts joy fest. We spread out our booty on the conference room table and oohed and ahhed our way through taste after taste.