To those who do not live in this area, you cannot possibly know what you are missing by not ever having eaten a warm Krispy Kreme doughnut. Our family used to begin vacations with boxes of these glazed delights. The teens and kids would wear the Krispy Kreme hat as the ceremony took place. So yummy; such wonderful memories!
I recently realized that it was possibly the tradition as much as the doughnuts that made them so special. I was out early one morning, driving to an appointment. I had plenty of time and happened to notice the local Krispy Kreme shop up ahead. Without thinking I drove in, parked and went inside. It smelled so familiar. I ordered two warm glazed and a cup of coffee. I sat down in anticipation of a wonderful impromptu treat.
Alas, something had changed. My doughnuts were a disappointment. Was it them or was it me? I’ll probably never know. I’m pretty sure I’ve eaten my last Krispy Kreme doughnut.
“You pretty much can’t get away from bacon or whiskey in the South. Put a doughnut in it and you’d be good to go.” Hillary Scott