Was it really the fact that the donut was good or was it the fact that the memory attached to the donut was a good one that makes me continually choose this donut option?
3/16/10
Delicious Memory
I went to the grocery store today for a few quick items. As I strolled through to the bread isle, there they were. Delicious looking crisp French Crullers. I decided one of them would have to end up in my shopping basket. As I got to the car I put it in drive and pulled out the donut. Chomp, chomp...into my mouth it went. It was good. Sweet, dough-ie, and pastry-like. However, it wasn't out of this world. Then a thought hit me.
Was it really the fact that the donut was good or was it the fact that the memory attached to the donut was a good one that makes me continually choose this donut option?
When I was a little girl my sweet dad would bring home French Crullers for me all the time. Sometimes plain and sometimes vanilla frosted. I ate and savored as any kid would and that was that. Now that I moved back to NJ and live in the area where my dad spent most of his time with me I get the same craving for those sticky donuts everytime I pass by one of them. They're okay. Definitely not spectacular, but they are delicious. Not so much in their taste, I realize, but in their memory. Each bite reminds me of my Pop, and for as long as those bites last, the memory is the ingredient that makes those crullers exquisite.
Was it really the fact that the donut was good or was it the fact that the memory attached to the donut was a good one that makes me continually choose this donut option?
3/15/10
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