In a strictly food-related sense, that is.
I am two weeks and 8.6 lbs (GO, me!) into a (I won't call it a diet. Let's just say "New approach to eating") thing, and I have requested that my good buddy Jason, whom I have convinced "owes me one" to get up at the crack of dawn, go 15 minutes out of his way to stop by the Dutch Monkey to get me half a dozen French Crullers because I have given up on the hope of them ever serving them on a weekend when I could actually stop by myself.
Maybe I'm a little sadistic, too, since I'm employing Jason in this plot, and the rest of my company who's joined with me in a "Biggest Loser" style competition, but let's face it. This is my blog. Over here, at least, it's all about me.
I am determined not to derail my progress with these fantastic feats of pastry goodness (which is why I wanted six. Just for me. All MINE.), but I may crumble under the cinnamon-y, sugary, fluffy, tender, sweet, decadent, luscious, moist, wonderful, angelic... excuse me, I need to go get a bib to contain the drool.
Okay. All better. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. I might break tomorrow when he comes toting in that box of sinful yumminess, and who will I have to blame? Myself, only. And maybe my other co-worker Frank, who introduced us all to this heavenly (and fantastically trendy) hole-in-the-wall bakery.
Actually, I am getting the six to share with my husband, daughter, mother in law, and to eat myself over the next couple days. I am concentrating very hard to not build this special treat up too high so that all I can see, think, or taste are doughnuts. I think I'm doing pretty well so far.
2 comments:
Have you seen their new chocolate rolls? Think cinnamon roll, but with cocoa instead of cinnamon. I haven't tried them yet, but they certainly look devlish!
And, FYI, I drive right by there just about every morning, so if you need another enabler, just ask.
So glad you mentioned that... that's going to make saying away WAY too hard!
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