Fresh Doughnuts
Train - Drive By
‘New mysteries. New day. Fresh doughnuts.’ (David Lynch).
I’m not overly fond of doughnuts. When Krispy Kreme set up their first franchise in the UK (2003, Harrods) we used to take it in turns, every Friday, to take a box of cakes into the office, and I always took doughnuts. And, of course, the more you bought, the cheaper they were. And then one day, I just went right off them. I don’t know if I’d overdosed on them or if they changed the recipe, but the smell, that I once found tantalisingly delicious, suddenly made me feel nauseous. Doughnuts feature in today’s NaNo jottings, but not in a good way. I use them as a simile for the antagonist’s emails, sickly and sugar coated but with a hole in the argument. Ok, ok, so it’s not Raymond Chandler, but it increased my word count.
The Viennese are fond of their doughnut equivalent. The Krapfen doesn’t have a hole in the middle and are usually filled with jam. MisterMac is a fan, but Krapfen zum Frühstuck just doesn’t do it for me. I’m a lightly boiled egg kind of girl.
And I’ve just realised that the image I made to accompany today’s post is not actually the doughnut that I thought it was, but rather a Gugelhupf, which does have a hole in the middle. The origins of the Gugelhupf are lost in the annals of time with some suggesting that it was actually a Roman invention. Neither does it seem there is any agreement about the etymology of the name. But whatever its origins, it is rather delicious and in my book, beats the Krapfen hands down.
Today’s playlist track is Drive By from Train. I first heard this in a café in Vienna, and immediately added it to my Europop favourites, only to discover that the band is actually American.
Word Count: 1780
Cumulative Word Count: 3623