Childhood Food Memories Revisited: Donuts

By: Lynette Nolan

The complexities of time baffled my nine year old self; I knew we were in church by 10, and never back to the car later than 11. But what happened in that hour mystified me. How could a mass that lasted a mere 45 minutes actually drag on for hours?

Despite my questions there was one thing I was sure about.

After church came donuts.

A frosted, glazed, delicious dozen of them.

I’m no longer a kid fidgeting in the pews of St. Jerome’s. I now understand how time works – how it can fly by or drag depending on where you are and what you’re doing. I’m also acutely aware of what a calorie is. And somewhere along the way, I became jaded by the myth (fact? half-truth?) that donuts take a week (or is it 7 years?) to digest.

digest

Alas, donuts are no longer an every Sunday treat. But they are a treat none the less, and there are a handful of places on the South Shore that make the donut worth the indulgence. In an attempt to revisit the joys of childhood I traveled to two of them this past week.

While it may have been easy to mistake my first stop for a bait and tackle shop, I knew better.  Dockside Donuts might look like a seaside shack, but its tiny interior is packed with selection and breakfast treats. While the homemade muffins were inviting, I chose to stay true to my mission.

I chose four donuts.

donuts

And almost as soon as I snapped that picture, they were gone and so was I. Off to my next location.

If I was a pre-planner, 1st Stop would have been my first stop. But it was actually my second. And that worked out quite nicely, since the Weymouth coffee shop only offers drive through service – meaning I didn’t have to get out of the car after my binge in Marshfield.

Maybe it’s because I wasn’t yet done digesting (maybe I’m still not… 7 years, right?). Perhaps being behind the wheel gave me some anonymity. Or it could very possibly have been the rush of freedom overtaking me, knowing my mother couldn’t say that’s enough (even though it was). Whatever the reason, I ordered 3 more donuts. A variety of glazed, powered and jelly-filled goodness. And I topped it off with a coffee. Large and black, despite the myriad flavor options.

1st stop

Covered in confectioner’s sugar and entirely too full, it was clear that this was an entirely different experience than the donut days of my youth. But I was reminded of one familiar feeling – my eyes have always been bigger than my stomach.

As a social media specialist, Lynnette Nolan tweets for a living. And as an edible South Shore contributor, she blogs for an excuse to eat her way around Southeastern Massachusetts. Lynnette is a UMass Dartmouth alumna and is currently pursuing a Masters in IMC at Emerson College. When she’s not eating, tweeting or blogging, she can be found running along Wessegussett Beach.

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One Response to Childhood Food Memories Revisited: Donuts

  1. calvin says:

    Hi, really interesting blog. I wrote an article on the same theme but about the food we ate growing up in northern England. The cultural differences are amazing to say we have so much in common (http://www.eatinghull.com/childhood-food-memories/). Great post!

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