I think it is but apt to begin my blogging rebirth with a feature that has given me sleepless nights. No, it is not a new love. But you could also say so. The thought of them makes my knees weak. And I would jump on a plane to New York just for them. I don’t know the spell it cast over me, but maybe many who have tried it will understand.
I was an unsuspecting newbie, when a friend took me there. When I saw the signage from afar, the first thing I noticed was a long queue that snaked out of the tiny spot. I waited till my friend arrived, pretending to look at merchandise at the adjacent Muji shop. When she got to me, she said, “why didn’t you start queuing??” And I said, “Will we line up.. Just for donuts??”. And she said, “Hell, yeah!”
I first saw Dough a few days back when I visited a food market in Brooklyn. The line was just as long. I said the same thing to myself. Nope. Not lining up for donuts.
So I saw the variants, and I was amazed at the selection. It was difficult to make up my mind until we took our turn at the counter.
But when the cashier stared at mind, I could only say one thing….
It was a donut like no other. True to its name, it was doughy. I loved chewing into it, with the sweet, tarty mix that the lemon and ginger gave. I could not forget my first bite to this day. I hated myself for being on a diet, and hated myself all the more for not taking out a few pieces for future consumption.
I have these photos to remind me of the day I met Dough, and the dreams that these Dough-nuts make.
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