Back in the late 90’s, I used to commute daily from Baltimore to Fairfax, Virginia. I’d leave my house every morning at 5am and stop at Dunkin Donuts for a couple of chocolate frosteds and a Diet Coke. Once I finally got transferred to our branch in Baltimore I slowly weaned myself from my daily donuts.
And then, a buzz started spreading. It started out like this “murmurmurmurbzzkrispykrememumblemumble” and I didn’t really pick up on it much but over the next few weeks the buzz grew and turned into “OMG YOU GUYS KRISPY KREME IS COMING TO TOWN!!!”
Kripsy Kreme? What the heck is a Krispy Kreme and why is everyone talking about it?
And then, I did a Walk a Thon and said Walk a Thon was sponsored, in part, by the newly arrived in town Krispy Kreme. And I had my donut and shrugged my shoulders and said, “Okay, so now I know WHAT a Krispy Kreme is but still? What’s the big deal?”
And then, one day, I finally had one hot. My gosh my goodness was that good! Thankfully, there were only four locations in all of Maryland and none were particularly close to me. Whew.
A few days later I was taking my eldest to King’s Dominion for the day and decided to stop at Dunkin Donuts for a few of my beloved chocolate frosteds. But, one bite in and I was spitting it out. It tasted stale, plasticky. Just…not right. Krispy Kreme had ruined me for Dunkin Donuts and I don’t think I’ve had a chocolate frosted since.
Well…..folks…this weekend I finally tried a a Fractured Prune donut. It was at least as many orders of magnitude better than Krispy Kreme that KK was over DD. I ordered an OC Sand (wanted to start off simply) which is simply honey glaze and cinnamon sugar (if I remember correctly). They handed me my donut in it’s own little box (no bag!) and I stepped outside and opened the box and reached in to lift the donut…..and immediately snatched my hand back. That sucker was HOT.
They make them fresh to order. You can actually see the fryer/conveyer belt behind the counter. Not a mammoth contraption like at Krispy Kreme….this is something that would fit on a (largeish) kitchen counter. Of course, I didn’t notice this at the time, hence my burnt fingers.
But I noticed it the next day. Because see? I went back. With the kids. For a dozen.
This can’t end well.
