Doughnuts
Maybe it comes from growing up in Massachusetts or perhaps its my enormous sweet teeth (the size of California!) but I love doughnuts. They were a Sunday ritual growing up. I'd drive with my Dad to HoneyDew Donuts and we'd get a dozen. I liked chocolate donuts (not chocolate frosted). My Dad liked crullers. I thought he was insane.
I even joined Key Club my senior year so I could be in the Key Club homeroom. Why? Because that homeroom got doughnuts every Friday before class. Yup.
Many years have passed, but my love of doughnuts remains intact. I ate three and half of them today. One and a half for breakfast and two at later times throughout the day. The doughnuts came from Verna's, which is a Cambridge institution whose doors very nearly closed early this year. I'm so glad someone bought the place and kept it open. Verna's does a damn good iced coffee roll and their buttercrunch are perhaps the finest buttercrunch I've ever tasted (and I've tasted a whole lot over the years).
So here's to doughnuts! Keeping my happy for lo these many years.