Maybe it's because I'd just done an RPM class and was feeling all self-righteous and virtuous, but I was totally flummoxed this evening when I walked past the Melbourne CBD's very first Krispy Kreme outlet (which opened within the last month - I believe that the doughnut chain has only just arrived on Australian shores) and there was a queue. Not just inside the store, but out the door and down the footpath past the end of the shop window - at 7pm, on a Wednesday evening, at the end of town that really has very little to offer apart from the train station.
To quote Rove... What the?
And to paraphrase Samuel L Jackson... We'd have to be talkin' about one mother&^%$! charmin' doughnut.
I don't get the whole doughnut obsession. Don't get me wrong, I'll quite happily eat one if it's served up to me. But I don't crave them and I certainly wouldn't queue up down the street for one. I think probably because the enjoyment/flavour to fat/calories/sugar ratio doesn't rate very high for me. Give me a blueberry muffin, a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting or apple pie any day.
Homer Simpson I ain't.