Eat Hole Foods

Happy Doughnut Day! 

I couldn't let this HOLE-Y Day of Obligation go by without sprinkling a bit of fun ala my a-dough-rable hubby and daughter.

I donut know what I'd do without them. 

Wait, yes I do. I'd be able to see my abs.

Here's the method to my dynamic dough-o's madness:

🍩 Activated the yeast:

🍩 Mixed the ingredients:
🍩 Let it rise:

🍩 Formed the doughnuts and air fried them:
🍩 Got a little glazy:

I love Joe a hole lot for being my weird dough!

If you don't have a resident baker, donut worry! To find your center make your way to:

🍩 Dunkin' Donuts where they are giving away a FREE classic doughnut of your choice with any beverage purchase!

🍩 Krispy Kreme is giving away a FREE doughnut as well. If you show proof of vaccination, you can score TWO!

Both offers are good today, 4 June 2021 in the US. (Sadly there are no Krispy Kreme stores in Switzerland and only 1 Dunkin' store that I know of - in the Zurich train station. Not convenient.)

Today's poem touches on what motivated me to go to mass when I was a child.

I sit on the rigid

high-gloss polished pew.

Incense perfumes

my flowered taffeta dress.

Head bowed I ponder

my Heavenly Reward

for sitting so still.

My meditative state

has nothing to do

with the Kingdom of God

the priest is extolling

from the pulpit.

His words ricochet

off the pale swirled granite floors

and rainbow stained glass windows

but never penetrate

my focused concentration

on the compensation

for this hour of surrender –

a chocolate doughnut –

MY Heavenly Reward.


©2021, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved. 


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Sheila said...

Mmmm now I want a donut 🍩. Thanks for being my punderful sister.

Denise Krebs said...

Oh, Bridget, this is just too sweet! Yes, I would love a doughnut or if not the whole, just a donut hole, please. I never knew you could air fry them. That somehow seems healthier!

Your poem about your what motivated your piety is so fun and charming. I think every child has some similar motivations. These descriptive words are rich:

"rigid / high-gloss polished pew.
Incense perfumes / my flowered taffeta dress."

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Sheila! You're pretty stu-pun-dous yourself! :)

Elisabeth said...

We’ve been talking about trying to make homemade donuts - I’m clearly going to have to prioritize this experiment!

I love how you connected holy and holey with humor and heart. The sensory language drew me in and I felt like I was sitting next to you on the hard pew, smelling the incense and taking in the colors around me. You brought back some of my own early memories of sitting in church, “listening” to a sermon I didn’t understand!

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Denise! I especially like the 'hole' donut, too - less guilt inducing. Another shadow effect of my years spent in the pews? ;)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Elisabeth! Maureen is awesome at finding new and interesting baking experiments. Homemade air-fried doughnuts are not quite the same as Dunkin', but perhaps a bit healthier? ("doughnut and healthy" said no one ever ;)

Linda Mitchell said...

Yummy! What a fun post. I try, try, try not to eat donuts. But, if they are sanctioned by an official day....well, it would be rude not to -- right? Oh, the little girl in mass. I know her. I was her. Great memory for you and for me.

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Linda! Yes, indulge in a little hole-y treat! It's your divine right. ;)

Carol Varsalona said...

Bridget, I knew when I saw your icon pop up on the Poetry Friday board that it must your post. Thanks for celebrating your HOLE-Y Day of Obligation with us. I just asked my husband to go to Dunkin Donuts for my donut treat-sinful good pleasure awaits!

jama said...

Hole-y Lipsmackers! This is my kind of post. Your donuts look delicious, and Joe looks SO happy with them. Enjoyed your sweet poem -- I can relate! Now I'm craving donuts big time (eyes glazed over . . . ). :)

Linda B said...

I was a dutiful child & sadly we had no donut store, but we did have the Holsum (a pun for you!) Bread Man who came by every week day with his tray of goodies (also bread). He drove a truck, delivered to households all over town. I love your story from church. I don't remember having an award, but do remember peeking at various older neighbors who fell asleep. They must not have had a 'holey' reward coming. For today, yes, I went for donuts at my grocery bakery. They are yummy!

Bridget Magee said...

Yay, Carol! I'm glad I inspired a donut run! Enjoy your sinful treat! :)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Jama! Interesting how many of us share this childhood experience. I hope you satisfy your cravings... :)

Bridget Magee said...

Yay, for your Holsum bread - as a pun and treat, Linda! My dad was one of the sleepy guys in the pew. ;)

Mary Lee said...

Holy donut holes! You are definitely the queen of puns! So. Much. Fun.

author amok said...

How did I miss Donut Day?!! I make donuts every year for Hanukkah. They are so delicious right out of the fryer with a little powdered sugar.

I laughed at the image of you in a taffeta dress, dreaming of donuts.

Sally Murphy said...

Oh I love your post. SO much fun! And your poem brought back memories of bribing my own kids with icecreams :)

Ruth said...

Hey, I didn't get MY doughnut! Thanks for a fun post!

Elisabeth said...

oh I need this recipe - can you email it!

Bridget Magee said...

As queen, my puns can be a 'royal pain'. Hee hee! Thanks, Mary Lee! :)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Laura! I think ANY day can be donut day, don't you? :)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Sally! Ice cream would have worked just as well! :)

Bridget Magee said...

If I could send a donut by post, I'd send it to you, Ruth! :)

Margaret Simon said...

Donuts were a Sunday ritual for me, too. I don't eat them much anymore but this weekend, when my kids were home, we had them. Yum!

Carmela Martino said...

Oh, my, you are the queen of puns! I somehow missed Donut Day.
I remember well the "incense perfumes" and "flowered taffeta dresses." Your poem also reminds me of the murmur that always went through our church whenever they announced it was a Donut Sunday. (We had donuts only once or twice a month.) All the little ones would look up excitedly at Mom or Dad. I could read their lips: "only if you're good."

Bridget Magee said...

Fun! So glad you had doughnuts while your kids were 'around', Margaret! See what I did there? ;)

Bridget Magee said...

Churches were (are still?) smart to use doughnut sales as fundraisers. In my opinion, any day can be Donut Day, Carmela! So indulge! :)

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