Perpetuating the stereotype.
"Anyo hah say yo!"
--Korean greeting roughly equivelent to "Howdy!".
I don't buy donuts (used to be spelled "doughnuts." When did we switch? Have I succumbed to laziness, like those folks who spell "though" as "tho"? ) very often. Sure, fresh fried dough with glazed sugar is awesome, but it's nought but fat and sugar and fat and simple carbs. Seeing the spreading of my waist, I shouldn't indulge.
But damnit, when it's 4:55 AM and you're wicked hungry, and there's no place to eat in town but the Donut Palace that opens at 5:00, what's a guy to do?
Well... just a peek wouldn't hurt, right?
Wait. What're those great big enormous pig-in-a-blanket looking things?
Jalepeno and cheese sausage rolls? Fresh out of the convection oven? Well, then. Let's have one. . .
Good. Gawd. So. Very. Good.
I' ve been keeping this vice down to once a week. Usually.