Oh mini donuts, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways…
You are often imitated, but never duplicated. I ravenously covet the 10 days of the Calgary Stampede so I can make my way down to get my hands on your delicious scrumptiousness. As I wind my way through the Stampede grounds, I know not to get fooled by the other stands with their big buckets and other gimmicks. I only have eyes for “Those Little Donuts” as you stand out from all the rest.
Your cinnamon sugar ways delight my tastebuds like no other. Your mini donut machine hypnotizes me as I watch the dough turn to donut. It soothes me to see the perfectly formed “O”s make their way through the deep fryer conveyor belt to land in a catching tray to be counted up in small batches.
I will buy you one bag at a time even though I could save a dollar or two buying in bulk. I need to consume you while you are fresh and hot. I will buy a bag at the beginning of my Stampede visit and I will buy another one to end my day. But your amazing ways continue long afterwards when I can turn you into fresh toast so I can extend the mini donut pleasure.
Some say you’re not good for me, but I just can’t seem to quit you. You are the lifeline and representation of what the Calgary Stampede is all about – nostalgia of my youth and the taste of freedom.
Mini donuts, you complete me.