donuts

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.

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

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.

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.

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!

Imagine waking up on Sunday morning after a super fun night out on the town for your friend's birthday. You're exhausted, you're sore, your voice is hoarse from proclamations of merriment, your hair smells funny and you still have one sock on. Now imagine that this donut appears on your nightstand. Feeling a bit better now? I thought so.

Pride, breakfast and fashion, all rolled into one.

I don't know how this magical appliance works but I do know I need one.

I want so very badly for this pancake candle to smell like freshly cooked pancakes complete with fresh melting butter. Are there candles that just smell like butter? Maybe Paula Deen can branch out...

Don't let anyone tell you that you can't combine foods you love to create a delicious chimera. For instance, one of the best burgers I've ever eaten had peanut butter, bacon and a fried egg on it. Sounds bizarre, tastes AMAZING. Also, it was the only thing I ate that day, talk about a calorie bomb!

I hope you've got a bunch of friends to share your birthday with. Otherwise someone is just out to ruin you.

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.

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

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!