There are some events in your life that you never forget. You know, those special moments that will never, ever be repeated.
I had one of those today.
Dana brought home a box of Krispy Kreme donuts. I must be one of the few people on the planet who had not hitherto tried one of these foodstuffs. Having satisfied myself that they were kosher (something that Dana had checked before – but I’m a stubborn bastard)…I took a bite.
How can one describe the first taste of a Krispy Kreme donut?
It was nothing short of incredible.
The soft, succulent dough melted like honey in my throat. My taste buds took their sunglasses out, stripped down to the waist and sat there, sunbathing on the beach that was now my tongue. It was almost a religious experience.
Fortunately, of the twelve Dana bought, there is still one left.
I am a new (Krispy Kreme) man.
My life will never be the same again.
Forget 1492, today I discovered the REAL America.