When I was a young girl in elementary school, my favorite breakfast was a cinnamon twist doughnut and orange juice.
My father was the “Doughnut Man” on Sundays and would ask me and my five siblings what kind of doughnuts we wanted and then he would bring them back for us warmed up in a large white baker’s box. I still have a thing for cinnamon cake doughnuts but I hardly ever indulge in those bad boys.
Here’s the funny thing: after my father would get us doughnuts he would then make himself a cereal bowl full of Total cereal, … Read More
