Happy Doughnut Day!
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:
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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