donuts

Do you live in Asia? Near a Mister Donut? Jealous! Go get one of these adorable little guys and bite his head off in my honor!

Now I'm not saying a boy can't enjoy a pink cake covered with donuts and sprinkles, but if we're gonna follow hetero-normative social gender constructs, it's pretty clear who this cake is for.

I want dozens of machines to make all my favorite foods in miniature form. Tiny food has no calories, right?

Sometimes you just can't decide, you know? I's nice that someone thought to just plop the two together to shut me up already. Move along, lady! There's a line behind you!

Honestly, what CAN'T you make out of yarn? These just look amazing!

Though I cannot in good conscience condone the drinking of straight ahead milk, I do love the sprinkle rim on this cup and miniature donut garnish. It's got a head start on dipping itself.

One little chocolate donut and a few gulps of milk sounds like just the right amount of sweet goodness to reward yourself for getting your taxes done. Go ahead, you deserve it.

Next time you are hosting a quilting bee (and I know it's soon! Don't lie!) you can present snacks on little appropriate stands made out of thread spools. Themed presentation of snacks is one of the little things that make get-togethers extra special.

Eating a whole box of donuts usually isn't something to be proud of but I think we can forgive it this once.

In Japan they don't mess around with their sweets. Even Krispy Kreme gets in on the holiday action. I wonder if the snowmen are cream filled.

Even donuts can get in on the Valentine trend with their sassy little sprinkles and saucy heart shape. Dunk them in your coffee quick, before it gets cold!

Someday I want to coat my whole arm in icing and dip it in a vat of sprinkles. I wouldn't know what to do next, sadly, once I'm thoroughly spackled with hardening icing and sugary bits. I wouldn't want to eat it, I just want to take pictures of it maybe and call myself "Ol' Donut Arm". I guess just a donut will do.

Now that I'm getting older and slowing down a little (LIES!) and not raging six nights a week like I once did, I can imagine eating bright green donuts shaped like sweet little bears without feeling queasy in the least. There was a time when even the hint of breakfast would send me wretching. I'm happy to be able to appreciate the cuteness and whimsy of green icing.

Pride, breakfast and fashion, all rolled into one.

At first I was kinda grossed out by the weird tumor lumps on top of these donuts and then I saw that they are kitty ears and I squeed. True story!