So, why donuts?

I can't remember the first time I ate a donut.

But I can't remember a time in my life when I didn't LOVE them.

Donuts are the perfect food. They combine every amazing and delicious quality about food into one, round, heavenly object of dough and sugar. They're sweet, they're soft, they're gooey, they're sticky. They ALWAYS taste amazing. And the amount of different flavors, shapes, sizes, and colors make donuts the most diverse pastry available for consumption. Mmm.

I used to have a donut every day for breakfast. My mother would buy them in bulk from Shop Rite and freeze them, so I'd pop them in the microwave and eat them piping hot. My grandfather would bring my mother, my brother, and I a Dunkin' Donuts dozen every Sunday morning after church. I usually was the one to eat them all. And that was before all the "trans fat" initiatives that fast food places have taken, so the donuts were terrible for me. But oh-so delicious.

When I would cry as a child, or get hurt, my mother would always hug me and sing to me. Then she'd get me a donut. It was pretty much assumed that this would make me feel better. It usually did.

And let's not talk about how much life changed when Krispy Kreme came along. When that hot light was on I couldn't drive by without going in and getting a free glazed donut, which would usually lead to me buying a dozen and eating half of it on the drive home. It's probably a good thing they're going out of business.

Donuts have pretty much defined my eating practices since. I never can get enough of the foods that I like, and when I'm upset I want the foods that I like. My habit of binging and eating emotionally pretty much began as soon as I realized donuts could be achieved just by opening the refrigerator door. Though I've since limited the amount of donuts in my diet, and they've become a bi-weekly treat or indulgence, they're still my most favorite food, and they've come to define me as a foody.

omnomnom.