A co-worker of mine brought doughnuts into work today for everyone. I was going to eat my much less delicious, but better for me breakfast of yogurt and oatmeal. But I noticed she had gotten a cruller. These are one of my favorites and anytime I eat one, I think of my mom.
For several years while I was in grade school, my mom helped plan the Grandparents Day breakfast during Catholic School Week. I remember going with her early in the morning to pick up giant boxes of glazed, iced and sprinkled Dunkin Donuts. We would pile the boxes into her minivan and drive everything back to Milligan Hall at St. Pius. My doughnut of choice back then was the classic chocolate iced with rainbow sprinkles, but I remember my mom told me that she preferred the light and airy cruller. I can’t remember why she liked them (her doughnut of choice the past several years was the caramel iced from Emerson`s), but I know that she did.
I haven’t thought about those days in a long time, but eating my cruller this morning brought back a whole lot of memories. Being with my mom in the van and driving down dark and empty streets while thinking we were probably the only people awake that early in the morning. The smell of the coffee being made. The enormous yellow and red drink dispensers filled with McDonald’s orange Hi-C. The laughter as my siblings and I ran around the tables in Milligan Hall and tried to sneak a doughnut when no one was looking. My mom making sure to take care of every last detail so that everyone could enjoy coffee and doughnuts with grandparents.
It's such a simple memory, but it makes me miss those days. They were kind of like a cruller. On the surface, uncomplicated and unassuming. But inside, filled with delightful sweetness.
Xoxo
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