I've been craving great donuts since yesterday's conversations about Stan's. To make matters worse, I was actually a little hungry while waiting for sleep to overtake me last night. It just happens I'd had a lighter than usual dinner, which would explain that -- and normally, big deal, if hungry I'd just get up and grab a snack. Right?
But I kept thinking about the damn apple fritters and peanut butter. And the dollar bag. (Stop that!!) So, while nothing will approach Stan's, and there's nothing at all peanut-buttery around here that I've ever known of, and all we have donut-shop-wise is the bland, ubiquitous Dunkin' (love their coffee, though), it just happens that the bakery in Shop Rite, my regular supermarket, does a very nice job with several things, including donuts, and I vowed to resign myself to getting up and running out for some this morning. A total indulgence.
As it happens, I didn't get nearly enough sleep, which leaves me without any appetite whatever for a while. But I'm up and the first cup of coffee is working its wonders, as is writing these paragraphs, so once again, this sounds like a plan. And I'm pretty sure they have a decent apple fritter. Therefore, Indulgence, here I come.
