Day 272 Ain't No Doughnut Gonna Take Me Down

Today, I had the opportunity to come face to face with my one weakness, pastries. I love doughnuts more than I love most people and today, I had to pick up food for someone, only to be faced with long johns, fritters, and cinnamon rolls, they smelled like what I imagine angels to smell like. I didn't of course have any of the glaze covered beauties , I stuck to my usual lunch, a hummus sandwich, a granola bar, and a spicy V8. Tonight, I had a salad, with a ton of roasted garlic and butternut squash, it was fantabulus and my breath smells like a big ol bulb of stinking rose, good thing I live solo. Tomorrow is the Tulsa State fair and I'm not going, the only reason to go is for the food and that's out of the question, so I'm staying here, to catch up on paperwork, blah. Perhaps I'll treat myself to a new book, if I complete my neverending stack of stupid.
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Day 27 A Tale of Two Taters

First of all, let me just say that, the cauliflower "potatoes" the other night did not work out as well as I had hoped. They were neither delicious nor amazing, no sort of miracle took place with the first bite, they were simply OK, even festooned with cheese and butter. I'm sure there are many more useful and fun ways to eat cauliflower, making it into something it's not is just unfair, both to the cauliflower and to the eater of the lie. Tonight, I am once again on a potato kick and am baking a big fat sweet potato, which I am going to cover with onions, sauteed mushrooms, and Cheddar cheese, a real po'tater! I am also on the hunt for a Russian Blue potato, I saw one on the Washington State Potato Commission website and am now on a one eyed mission to make fries with it. If I am unable to locate said blue potato, I wonder if the Potato commission will send me one to plant!?!
My challenge of the day, was an optical illusion of some sort, I went into what I believed to be a gas station, only to discover a Daylight Doughnuts. I calmly purchased a water, while being assaulted by the sight and smell of angelic flaky pastries, I watched doughnuts placed lovingly into boxes, surely headed for unworthy mouths and hips. Once again, I summoned my steel plated will and walked away pure and doughnut free.
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