Today, we are going to follow my grandchildren as they go to the donut shop near their home in Benbrook, Texas. ( Benbrook is a bedroom community on the southern edge of Fort Worth.)
Donuts are a favorite breakfast treat for Americans. It is not just for Texans, but Texas folk eat their fair share of these tasty little cakes. For those of you who have never eaten a donut, let me tell you about them. They are almost always round, sometimes with a hole in the center, sometimes not, and usually about the size of a clenched fist. They are always sweet. Some are made with a sweet yeast bread type dough that is deep fried, then dipped in a powdered sugar glaze. Some are made of a cake-type batter and baked. Some are filled with gooey jellies and creams.
My two grandchildren stand in front of the display case, trying to choose which one they want.
Ahhhh, how about a donut with lots and lots of colored sprinkles?
Yes, that is what both grandchildren pick.
It is no surprise that Ellie eats every delicious crumb.
Here is the donut man. That's what we call him since we don't know his name. He and his wife make the donuts in the back of their shop. I asked him if I could take a picture of his kitchen. He looked kind of taken aback, then laughed and said, "One dolla...one dolla for picture." Not a problem. I took a dollar bill and laughed with him as I put it in his tip cup.
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