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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27 comments:
Mmmm now I want a donut 🍩. Thanks for being my punderful sister.
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."
Thanks, Sheila! You're pretty stu-pun-dous yourself! :)
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!
Thanks, Denise! I especially like the 'hole' donut, too - less guilt inducing. Another shadow effect of my years spent in the pews? ;)
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 ;)
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.
Thanks, Linda! Yes, indulge in a little hole-y treat! It's your divine right. ;)
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!
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 . . . ). :)
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!
Yay, Carol! I'm glad I inspired a donut run! Enjoy your sinful treat! :)
Thanks, Jama! Interesting how many of us share this childhood experience. I hope you satisfy your cravings... :)
Yay, for your Holsum bread - as a pun and treat, Linda! My dad was one of the sleepy guys in the pew. ;)
Holy donut holes! You are definitely the queen of puns! So. Much. Fun.
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.
Oh I love your post. SO much fun! And your poem brought back memories of bribing my own kids with icecreams :)
Hey, I didn't get MY doughnut! Thanks for a fun post!
oh I need this recipe - can you email it!
As queen, my puns can be a 'royal pain'. Hee hee! Thanks, Mary Lee! :)
Thanks, Laura! I think ANY day can be donut day, don't you? :)
Thanks, Sally! Ice cream would have worked just as well! :)
If I could send a donut by post, I'd send it to you, Ruth! :)
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!
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."
😉
Fun! So glad you had doughnuts while your kids were 'around', Margaret! See what I did there? ;)
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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