Super Doughnut Saturday

A mouthful of sugar helps the Saturday begin . . .

Cory was leaving for a Saturday at work with the children howling at the door. Then he said, "We'll be back," and strode to the van with barefoot Trevor tucked under his arm. Well, Miriam and Kaith continued to cling and cry in their absence. The van returned, and with it a thin pink box that could only mean roses . . . or doughnuts! (Ah, pay day, glorious pay day. Mommy would buy produce, Daddy supplies the treats.) "Breakfast!" I cried before the door opened, and Trevor proudly cared the box inside. Peering through the viewing window, Miriam promptly claimed the pink doughnut. Then Cory returned with two gallons of sugary beverage with juice-like names, and happiness prevailed around the dining table, in spite of the speedy exit of Daddy (who took two doughnuts with him).

Miriam, who relished her pink doughnut, was nonetheless curious about the "naked brown sugar" one. Kaith, who loves black, readily identified with the "black" chocolate doughnut, and I feigned nutrition between a "fruit" jelly doughnut and apple fritter. Sterling was not impressed with the sugary bread, and whimpered until I got him down, but perhaps his sickness makes new foods unpalatable. Kaith himself gave the title for this block.