[this blog post will be best paired with sister sledge’s “we are family”]
my family is in town this week (cue confetti cannon).
tonight we found ourselves on a tour of richmond in search of the best donut in town.
as we were concluding our tour as country style donuts, my mom asked for us to take turns going around the table to share our favorite donut memory–as one does.
here’s one of mine:
when i was very young, and my family still lived in houston, texas, we would frequently visit krispy kreme donuts after church on sunday.
as we were leaving the church building each sunday, my siblings and i would plead with our parents to take us to krispy kreme for a free glazed donut.
we would get in the car and wait with bated breath–
we had made our proposal.
we had reasoned several points.
we made our case.
we bat a few eyelashes.
even flashed a smiled or two.
now the ball was in their court.
mom and dad never needed to say their answer out loud.
when the car reached the edge of the parking lot, we knew that if we turned left, we were going home–but if we turned right, we were going to krispy kreme donuts.
sugar shack has the best donuts in richmond.