Blogging About Donut World

On our way back from lunch, we drove past Donut World. I had to get out to take pictures. You can see them down the left side of this post.

I love donuts. ASIDE: Jared has a friend, Aaron, who has named his blog The Forbidden Donut. I so should have come up with that name. Aaron did a great series on Christmas. Check it out. END_ASIDE. I have always loved donuts. I can't remember a time when I haven't had positive thoughts toward donuts. It is part of who I am. I have fond memories selling Krispy Kreme donuts door to door as a fundraiser for Boy Scouts. Krispy Kreme was truly my first donut love. As a teenager, my friends and I would often trek half way across the DC area to the Krispy Kreme factory on Route 1 for hot, fresh donuts. When I was in college, I composed a haiku:

Round, fried orbs of fat
Bathed in oil, baptized in sug'r
I'll have mine cream filled.

I think every geeky college student goes through a haiku phase - you know, where you have whole conversations in non-rhyming 5/7/5? One late night at Denny's, I'm loathe to admit I ever ate there, we composed a haiku for the hostess. Sadly, I can't recall it. But I digress.

And Krispy Kreme will always be that first donut love. As time has passed, I have learned how to love other donuts. The Colossal Donuts at Shopper's, particularly the chocolate frosted-creme filled ones, are amazing. But it wasn't until my 20s that I discovered the joys of mom and pop donut shops. On a trip to Michigan to see my older brother Matthew, I found Dale's Donut Shop - founded the year I was born. Olin's bakery, near my brother Jared's house, is the source of breakfast when I go visit Boston. And in the case of Portland: Donut World.

When in high school, Kristin used to come here with friends, when they should have been attending class, to get a donut and coffee. She took me there on our first trip to Portland, knowing of my affinity for such places, and it's become half joke/half tradition that we have to go there each time we visit Portland. I'm fond of saying, each time we drive past, "Wow! Did you see? We just passed the home of THE donut. I wonder how he's doing?" Kristin never asks whether The Donut is male or female; please discuss in the comments section. And, as is often the case, Kristin is much less amused by that comment than I.

This trip, on Thursday morning, I went to Donut World and bought us a dozen donuts for breakfast. I ate eight and a half of the donuts on Thursday. I have powers that Voldemort knows not.

This post was brought to you buy Jared. Ask and ye shall receive.