When I was a little kid (about six years old) my parents divorced. Before they divorced, my father and I would make special trips to go get a doughnut. He would get a doughnut and cup of coffee and I would just get a doughnut – sometimes we would eat it there at the doughnut shop or on the drive back home. He would often allow me to drive (put me on his lap), when we got onto our street! It was great times and awesome memories – memories that never faded with time.

Whenever my mother would go get doughnuts – or my grandmother would bring them over – we would all get excited! We would all meet at the dining room table and hover over the box. It was just so much fun – a moment in time when we (my mother, grandmother, brother and myself) were all happy and together. (of course there were other times – but I am talking about doughnuts – therefore bringing up the doughnut memory.) The box would open and there was always one apple fritter – I always wanted that one, but it was known to all that it belonged to my grandmother. That was her favorite doughnut (another sweet memory of my grandma). My mother said that the apple fritters cost too much and she could only afford one – that was okay, we got a doughnut – that’s all that was important *wink*

Later – after I married – Scott would bring me a doughnut every Wednesday. (Wednesday was doughnut day at his work (RCI)) He brought me a doughnut because I was stuck at home from back to back surgeries and staph infections. I was down and out for a long time! The doughnut became the special thing he did to cheer me up – isn’t that sweet?! He knew how much I loved doughnuts – he knew it would make me happy. I did, finally, get better and had to stop eating doughnuts – due to the size my booty (and the rest of my body) was becoming. I had to stop eating anything naughty – for a little while – until I could get my booty back down to normal “Vi-Jo” size. I have made it back, but I get my doughnut treat every now and then.

My favorite Southern California doughnut stops are Yum Yum Donuts and Dunkin’ Donuts (drool). Doughnuts have always linked me to some special time in my life. A time when life was sweet – even for just a moment. Yes, I know how they are made and what they will do to your body. I never overeat the oh-so-powerful doughnut – I never abuse it.

BTW – the term “Have Another Doughnut” was born when I was sitting in my Laz-E-Boy after surgery and staph eating too much and growing in all the wrong places *giggle*. All I needed was another doughnut! It was a poke at myself – not literal, just funny.

Now you know!