This morning my hubby took me to a breakfast buffet. I am a people watcher, and I noticed one thing in particular. The young people by-passed the donuts, but the older folks indulged. Must be age-related. Back in 'our day' in St. Louis, there were German bakeries in every neighborhood. There were either churches, taverns or bakeries on every corner, and in some neighborhoods, there were all three. Bakery goods were staples in most households; you could get a day-old peanut cake slathered with thick white icing, or 4"x10" rectanglular-shaped coffee cakes piled high with crumbs (my favorite) or fruit. The salesclerks would rip off a sheet of white paper, wrap the sweets in a flash and tie the package with twine. Donuts were our comfort food. I have traveled across the U.S. and have never found bakery goods like we had in St. Louis.
This too must stop!
Fifteen minutes usually flies
except when I'm doing exercise.
I bend, I stretch, I kick 'em high
trying to tone my flabby thighs.
I don't know why I even try;
I never pass a donut by.