Monday, January 31, 2011

A Memory

Let's get something out in the open. The minute my body gets pregnant, my body wants to go into labor. Call me impatient. When I was about six months pregnant with my daughter, I went into full-blown, pre-term labor. It was scary, to say the least. I spent a couple of days in the hospital and then the next three months at home, in bed. I was only allowed out of bed to go to the bathroom. Needless to say, it was sheer torture. I was given a medicine to control the contractions, but it made me all antsy and jittery. So imagine being told to stay in bed but feeling like you need to run a marathon. Or ram your head through a wall.

Let's get something else out in the open. I'm all for eating a healthy, well-balanced diet. But I love food and pregnant or not, I get cravings for sinfully delicious things like raspberry-filled powdered donuts.

While trapped like a caged bird in my own home, I had a craving for the aforementioned donuts. Being the sweet guy my husband is, he ran to the store before work to get me my snack. He came back with glazed, lemon-filled donuts. That would have been great had I not been half out of mind, coo-coo for coco puffs-type delirious with bed-ridden insanity. So he went to work and I cried, helpless to get my own stinking donut. When my mom called to check on me, I told her my little sob story. She went on a mission to search out the correct pastry I so desperately needed. She found glazed, raspberry filled, and even went so far as to explain to the baker the situation, who happily sprinkled some powdered sugar on the glazed donuts. Close, but no cigar. I did, however, happily eat what I could get. Bed-ridden beggars can't be choosers.

Fast-forward nearly twelve years later. I was at The Store a few days ago, when what should catch my eye, but a huge display of Hostess raspberry-filled powdered donuts with a huge two-for-five-dollars sign. I probably hadn't thought about those donuts since that early spring day back in 1999. Naturally, I snatched up a box. They were so good that I went back the next day and got some more.

It only took twelve years and three moves, but my craving was finally satisfied. Life is good.

1 comment:

  1. Bahahahaha!!!!! First off, be very glad you were bedridden with the FIRST and NOT the second!!! Now THAT'S what I would call double insanity! Second, oh how those donuts bring back childhood memories for me! I feel the same way about them. Were you ever disappointed to open a box of them and discover that they were slightly stale--the donut part was getting all hard? I have. Also, did you used to eat them like a normal donut, or did you break them in half, and then take each half and break it apart horizontally, separating the top half from the bottom half so that you could lick the luscious raspberry filling out. I have NOT done any such thing!