Today's Wonder of the World is...the Krispy Kreme Doughnut!
Just look at them, in all their heavenly goodness.
Speaking of heavenly goodness, you can thank/blame Sunday School for this post.
It was the Ramsey family's turn to provide the Krispy Kremes for the children's game room this past Sunday, so on the way to church I stopped and bought three dozen.
We have a Krispy Kreme shop right on my way. It tempts me like the devil whenever I go to church. Get thee behind me, Krispy Kreme!
(Actually, if I do eat too many Krispy Kremes, it does get behind me. And it stays there, right on my behind.)
Anyway, the children's game room is where the parents drop the children off before Sunday school so that the kids can eat doughnuts and get excited and chase each other with ping pong paddles and stick each other with pool cues.
Then the children march into my Sunday school class hyped up on sugar and have to behave.
Anyway, back to Krispy Kreme.
Here's the one from my childhood in Raleigh, North Carolina.
Oh, I can just smell the sweetness. If you're addicted to Krispy Kreme, thank North Carolina.
See? We're not just good for cigarettes and sweet potatoes.
When I was in high school, we'd raise money by selling boxes of Krispy Kreme from door to door. Now that was a brilliant idea. How could anyone say no to a high school kid knocking at their door at 9am Saturday morning with a box of Krispy Kremes still hot from the fryer, the glaze still drippy, the doughnutty perfume swirling out of the box?
I can honestly say that while we were in France, the only American food we really missed (besides a good steak) was a Krispy Kreme doughnut. Or two. Or six.
Here's a picture Todd took of the Krispy Kreme in Fayetteville on a summer visit home.
He had planned to get a picture of Sam eating his first Krispy Kreme, but once we walked in, he saw the doughnuts, got all excited, and forgot.
In case you don't know, the inside of a Krispy Kreme store is amazing!
You can watch the whole process.
They even have a glass window, so folks can salivate all over it.
You can watch the dough rise, fry and flip.
Drip, be glazed, and drip some more.
Whenever I see it, the whole yummy process reminds me of this.
Did you ever read it? It's a good one!
Of course if you go, you must wear the hat.
We Carolinians indoctrinate early.
Here's a graduation of my dear alma mater, NCSU.
Wolfpackers love Krispy Kremes.
Mmm. I am.
Come on over to my house. I forgot it was summer and there would be fewer kids at church, so I bought too many. We have a dozen leftover doughnuts in our freezer.
I can pop them in the microwave and in a few seconds they'll be...
Have a Wonder-full Tuesday, everybody!