Just One Donut
“Just one donut.” I’ve said it. You’ve said it. The problem is that the donut in question is 13 inches across and 2 inches thick. These are the internal arguments we use to allow ourselves a little extra treat. It won’t break my diet. It won’t hurt me. It’s fine. The justification of wanting just one donut can be a slippery slope. To be transparent, I rarely indulge in anything sweet. If I’m going to satisfy a craving, my top three choices, in order, are cookies, cinnamon rolls, and donuts. Here’s where the problem starts. There’s a donut shop inside a gas station about an hour from my house, a place we’re rarely near. They make some of the most amazing apple fritters I’ve ever had, with a glaze that carries just a hint of citrus. They’re delightful. They sell out most days by 10 a.m. When my wife was