News flash: When sitting down to create a Life List of 100 things you want to do while you’re alive and kicking, you must understand that not all of your intentions will be Pulitzer or Nobel-worthy. Nor will 100% of them make sense to anyone other than yourself. And sometimes… just sometimes… they are very fattening. Like this one.
I remember long, long ago in college someone telling me that Krispy Kreme doughnuts were best consumed when the “HOT NOW” sign is illuminated. Well, jeez. I had never HAD a Krispy Kreme at that point. I know, sacrilege. But as time passed, it’s safe to say that you can count many a Krispy Kreme plain glazed among the far-too-many pounds I gained in my Southern collegiate experience. BUT THEY WERE NEVER “HOT NOW”. And then when I moved to the Midwest, where corn and cows met a melting pot of Universi-diversity, there were Ethiopian, Thai and Korean places in abundance. But nary a Krispy Kreme. A few short years after that I moved to New Jersey, where I learned to drive like a certifiably insane person in order to not die. But the HOT NOW still eluded me.
So what’s any rational girl to do, other than to add “#32: Eat a HOT NOW Krispy Kreme” to her list of lifelong goals? Do you blame me? It was time.
Fast forward to me moving back down South and suddenly Krispy Kreme is all up in my business again. I see them in the grocery store, boxed up in the form of holes, doughnuts and delicious sin in every flavor. They are in standalone establishments far too close to my home for my waistline’s comfort.
But yet I still waited. I would see the oasis driving around Atlanta – that bright red glow screaming from their window – yet it was never a good time to stop. Rushing around to meet someone or do something always took precedence. Plus, I had hoped to check off this list with a friend who lives about 90 minutes away, but time and coordination have not been on our side for quite a while. (Please don’t hate me, M!)
I blame the doughnuts.
I had met NotMary for dinner in Midtown just before the holidays. We ate at Villains, caught up rapid-fire on each other’s lives, exchanged our gifts and indulged in a few drinks. Full of love and booze and burgers, we drove back towards NotMary’s place and … there it was.
And the light was on.
NotMary, knowing my Life List very well (good friend she is!), said as she drove closer, “C’mon, just do it. You know you want to!”. The doughnuts called to me. So I said okay. NotMary steered us into the lot, laughing at our spontaneous new adventure.
First up, I promptly proceeded to make a spectacle of myself by posing for sign-front pictures in front of several power company workers, who laughingly offered to take the pictures for us.
Next, we went inside and I oohed and aahed over the conveyor-like assembly line filled with freshly fried doughy goodness. Upon approaching the counter to order, I asked simply for one, perfect, piping hot, plain glazed doughnut. Yes, that was all.
My total was $1.07. (I felt horrible that I used my debit card for that purchase. Who doesn’t even have a single dollar in her wallet? ME.)
I tipped my head back and licked the glaze from my lips in a moment of pure foodgasm.
And as I continued my circular path of consumption I held onto the morsel by thumb and forefinger, but the hot, soft dough quickly gave to the extent that my fingertips were nearly touching. Far too quickly the delectable treat was gone. Except that it will forever live in my memory as my first true Krispy Kreme experience.
Thank you to NotMary, for turning the car into the Krispy Kreme for me, for taking my ridiculous pictures and for sharing this Life List item with me!
Now, when can I have another?