Ode to The Donut Hole

I love you Donut Hole.

So much it hurts.

My waistline especially.

You ought to be against the law I tell ya.

I have been to see you every day of this vacation and my husband and children are beginning to think I may have a problem.

"Donut Hole" this....

And "Donut Hole" that...

My husband even heard me say your name in my sleep.

Yeah...not cool.

He says this is getting out of hand.

Therefore you should be banned.

Doors shut.

Neon light... unplugged.

You see, the temptation to sit around your counter and fixate on historical pictures of beautiful Destin hundreds of years ago...

Sip coffee Juan Valdez himself would envy...

Or the frothiest hot cocoa mankind could ever lay lips on...

Make my family sit in your turquoise chairs just so I can crank up "cyan" in Photoshop...

Or stick my fork into your divine coconut cream pie that I swear was shipped straight from my Grandma Margaret's oven in Heaven...

Well, it is just too much burden for one carb craving gal to bear.

I'm gonna quit you Donut Hole...

I mean it!

Just as soon as I leave Destin.

"My every mortal breath, is Grace and nothing less"