When I was a little guy, we lived on Pace Street in Raleigh. Starting at about age three, I used to make the trip over to Person Street by myself. They were suckers for a small child with a doughnut jones. Some habits you just can’t shake. I ate six of them yesterday and plan on finishing the box today.
Nearly a decade ago, I visited a friend in Florence, SC, where I once lived, and one of my gal pals and I went to the local Krispy Kreme where you can watch the donuts being made. And, of course, the donuts were great. The church to which I belonged always served KK donut holes after Mass. That “tradition” survived for quite some time. Yes, it served ONLY the donut holes.
That's some remarkable restraint you show, ComputerGuy.