I have a secret obsession. Let's just say it starts with a "D" and ends with an "onuts".
As a kid I had always loved maple bars. They were and are the best donuts. But, like anything else, I am a bit of a doughnut snob. What's new, right? I don't like grocery store donuts. I only like the specialty donuts shops. You know, the shops where they get up at 2:00 a.m. to make fresh dough. Here's a secret from a girl who worked at a grocery store for years. Those grocery store donuts are made, frozen, defrosted and put on a shelf, that tons of other peoples dirty finger touch.
Once I realized my little donut love, I figured out the best way to get more donuts was to introduce them to Chloe. If Chloe loved them, which I knew she would, then Cory wouldn't be able to resist donut love x2, and have to take us. Now, whenever we take Chloe to donuts, she calls them donut dates.
So, that gets us to the other weekend, when we decided Family Date Day a.k.a DONUTS needed to happen.
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| My maple bar....mmmmm |
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| Cory was able to read the Denver Post. |
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| Chloe was generous enough to share with her baby, whose current name is Ariel? |
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| Ariel love milk, like her mama, Chloe. |
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