my perfect day would include a nice, hot cup of robust blue bottle individually dripped coffee with a dash of clover cream, a light sprinkle of splenda and 2 paulette "carribbean chocolate" macarons while strolling with my boyfriend on a beautiful sunny saturday afternoon, hand in hand, along a secluded block in san francisco.
alas, those days are fodder for dreams. time to snap back into reality, afterall, it's only thursday.
reality sets, it's thursday afternoon and the midday hunger strikes.
what to do?
2:48pm - "ping! want a dynamo donut? i'm about to go on a donut run"
holy shit. am i dreaming? hells yeah i want a sugar-crusted dough of lard!
2:49pm - "count me in"
30 minutes later, instead of facing the ultra publicized "maple sugar bacon doughnut", i'm presented with the two less popular counterparts, the "chocolate spice" and the original "vanilla bean".
i consider myself a fearless devourer so naturally, chocolate spice is the way to go.
one bite and an instant grimace spread across my face.
the chocolate dough was pleasing enough but in conjunction with the liberally sprinkled sugar, cinnamon and hot chipotle dredge left an aftertaste that resembled spicy chocolatey socks. my mouth was immediately filled with the chalkiness of the cocoa flavored heavily breaded dough and all desire of eating went out the window.
i may have just stumbled upon the best diet cure ever.
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