I've failed as a blogger.
Today I experienced grandeur in the form of calorie-induced nirvana, and I have not one picture to show for it.
All good bloggers take pictures of nirvana.
But I was too busy stuffing my face with not 1...not 2...not 3...but 4 (count 'em, FOUR!) SpudNuts.
What'chu'talkin'bout,Willis?
You see, we're stuck down here in the middle of AlmostNoWheresVille (our town in NoWheresVille....and this one is a step-up...) for Sawyer's baseball tournament, and the most fun we've found is hanging out in our hotel lobby for 4 hours last night while all the kids swam in the over-rankified indoor pool. Don't say that we don't know how to party!
But, lucky for us, our bestie, Mr. Lisa's Little Slice of Life, is from AlmostNoWheresVille and knows all the hot spots for culinary ecstasy.
Enter the SpudNut.
It's what it sounds like. Well, not exactly. When I first heard "SpudNut," the Mr. Planter's Peanut Man sporting a top hat made of sour cream and chives came to mind....but that's just me. For you, I'm sure you are envisioning exactly what it is.
It's a Donut. Made with potato flour.
And it is the most divine piece of breakfast bliss that has ever crossed these sugar aficionado lips.
Skeptical?
I was, too. And then I ate one....or four.
And now I'm going to get the delight of throwing them up during my heat stroke that I'm planning on having later today at the baseball game in the 100* plus heat.
I'm thinking that won't be nearly as delightful.
6.19.2010
Aw...SpudNuts.
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5 comments:
Never heard of 'em but boy do they sound good! Glad you got to enjoy some!
A potato donut? Really?!!! That is about as close to perfect food wise as you could get. Did you at least save me one?
Way to go SawDog! Auntie 'Chele is proud of ya!
from one one sugar aficionado lips to another i have one word of survival for you
ice cream, i lied that's two words forgive me and multiply ice cream by four cones the amount needed to keep every one of those spud nuts safe and happy!
p.s. i think you'll have to eat one more for a photo opt!
My inner Arkansan is going crazy with the need to know where this piece of Nirvana is!!! I hope it's not in the little town by Albert Pike that I got cookies in when I was like 10 and the package was full of bugs. I don't know why that's where I keep imagining. You know what? Don't tell me...I like the picture in my mind :)
You make me laugh. All.The.Time.
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