3 A.M. and the pat, pat, pat of the rain against the window reminds me that I need to get back to sleep; I have a 7:30 meeting in the morning. Then, softly at first, comes the intermittent siren soon from a distant railroad car slowly getting louder and then quieter again so the patter of the rain can take over again.
Wider awake than ever, I picture the start of the meeting with that plump four inch circle hiding coyly under her dark chocolate cape, will she hide her true nature from me for the first bites, or will she yield her inner self immediately. Bismarcks can be so unpredictable.
Suddenly it’s 6:45 and I need to get moving or I’ll be late! But I make it just on time and waiting in line, I look at the Bismarck at the front of the tray and then, at the last minute, I go with the raspberry filled temptress in her fine sugar coat. Ah! But she’s good! What will I do on my next donut date? Will I go back to my first love?
Oh, man, that's the sexiest account of a donut ever. Wish I had been there to met this donut.
Oo-la-la! When doughnuts sizzle! But so fickle!