Drool...Doughnuts

Doughnuts have always been a "meh" thing for me. With the exception of very eggy and airy French crullers, at least in the continental US, I usually skip them when offered unless it is socially inappropriate to decline. This shouldn't to be confused with contempt. I am not a bread lover. As a result, I am very picky when it comes to bread products.

Driving along Pearl Road, we noticed the red glow of the "HOT NOW" neon sign hanging in Krispy Kreme's window. Before I could say anything, Bug had already maneuvered the car into the appropriate lane to enter their parking lot.

Day 356/365

This was my first time walking into a Krispy Kreme store when the doughnuts were being made. There is a window where you can watch the mechanized process of the dough being lifted into place; plopped onto oil to be cooked on one side, floating merrily across like bobbing carnival ducks; flipped; fried on the other side; marching up a ramp where the rows of doughnuts are bathed in a thin sheet of glaze; and finally onto a belt waiting to be picked.

We bought glazed doughnuts (what was being made), key lime creme pie, and glazed blueberry doughnuts. As soon as we sat in the car, we quickly opened the box announcing their 75th anniversary.

The doughnuts were hot, puffy, and melted in my mouth. For the next minute, the car was silent with the exception of our ecstatic moans. Each bite was light and perfectly sweet, as if eating puffy clouds plucked from the sky.

I have had many andagi (Okinawan doughnuts) and malasadas (Portuguese-Hawaiian variety) fresh from the fryer, but I've never encountered this degree of doughnut magnificence as I have sitting in the Krispy Kreme parking lot.

- Cassaendra

Krispy Kreme
6907 Pearl Rd
Middleburg Heights, OH 44130
Tel: (440) 845-1111