These donuts are crazy. These donuts cray.
I made these one afternoon where I was craving blueberry and sweets. Matthew and I each had one, and we went to our own desks to continue to work. Then I heard Matthew walking towards me in the loft. His plate was empty. “Oh man, can I have another one of them?”
Isn’t that just the dream response?
I told him to eat his heart out. Then we talked about how we should stop doing our work and dedicate our lives to donuts. Oh maybe that was just me, I don’t know, these donuts hit me hard.