This is a guest post by my friend Chef Lewis, I have a lot to say about it, but you have to read about his side first:
I have a confession to make. It is so unbelievable that only a handful of people outside of my wife know it. It is so shocking that I have been afraid to let it be known for a long time. I DO NOT LIKE KRISPY KREME DOUGHNUTS. There! I said it. It’s out there.
Now before you get an angry mob together to march me to the Mason Dixon line, or start saying things like “Get a rope” or “Let’s tahh & feathah this cahpetbaggah!” let me explain.
First of all, I am Southern, born & raised in Alabama. Attended a university in Kentucky. A season ticket holder for the Crimson Tide. All of this should establish my Southern street cred.
I have my Nana Jean to blame for my shame. I traveled with her a lot as a child. Often we went north. A lot of times we had breakfast at a Dunkin Doughnuts. She introduced me to a cake doughnut with an ice cold glass of milk. That is one of my fondest food memories!
Now my Nana will eat a Krispy Kreme doughnut now & then, but her heart will always belong to a box of Munchkins!
I know that I am supposed to veer through 2 lanes of traffic endangering the life of my wife & unborn child when the “Hot” sign is on, but it’s just not in me.
As a chef, I pride myself on my sensitive palate & well-honed taste buds. I have given Krispy Kreme more than a fair shot at my affection & cholesterol. It just has not happened.
I’m sure that I will now have to memorize all of Rhett Butlers’ lines in “Gone With the Wind”, or get up at halftime during the Iron Bowl & sing “Dixie” before I am allowed to show my face at a Southern belles coming out party, but I don’t care! I am free of my burden.
Bric and I had a little trip to make this past weekend and as we were traveling through Roswell we passed a Krispy Kreme and the “HOT” sign was on. I almost died as I was sitting in the passenger seat hollering at Bric “The Hot sign is on, the HOT sign is on” and he kept right on going. REALLY??? We live in Hicktown where there isn’t a doughnut shop in sight and you are just gonna drive past? A few minutes later Chef Lewis and I were on the phone and I was just a fussin about Bric going past the Krispy Kreme, the HOT sign being on and me not getting my way. Chef Lewis could only laugh at my dilemma and he let me know that I would live. Some friend he is!
After we go about 30 more minutes down the road Bric looks over at me and says “So, what does the Hot sign even mean?” Yeah, he isn’t from around here. He was imported from that foreign land known as San Diego California and apparently I have some more educating to do on that man. By that point I was back on the phone with Chef Lewis and all he could do was laugh some more. THEN…I find out my supposed friend who laughs at my predicament doesn’t even LIKE Kripsy Kreme doughnuts and has NO sympathy for my cause. NONE, not even an ounce. I just had to tell ya’ll about it. Cause I KNOW you my friends will provide me with the sympathy I so need and deserve for such a devastating event in my life. I know it saved me from gaining a few of those pounds I have lost but DANG it! I wanted one!!
