A Rare Admission of Blame

The last Krispy Kreme has closed here in the Twin Cities.

I'm so ashamed. This is my fault. I'll admit it. I'm to blame. Since the various Krispy Kremes about town were nowhere near the Cake Eater pad, I visited only occasionally when we had a car, and then not at all when we didn't. Maple Grove is quite the hike from the Cake Eater Pad. It takes about a half-hour to get there---and that's without traffic. I just couldn't be bothered to get in the car and drive all the way up there to get some donuts. I lamented their lack of inner city locations, but, woe is me, did nothing to support their glazed ambitions because it was too far to go for donuts. I should have made the effort. Really, I should have.

To be fair, however, they did deliver to all the local Holiday stations, and there are a few of those nearby. I patronized their glazed deliciousness via the local gas station, but alas, they lost that contract to a local grocery store chain a few months ago. And while I like the local grocery chain's custard filled chocolate bismarcks, I still adored the glazed goodness of a Krispy Kreme. Unfortunately, I didn't adore them often enough. If I had, well, perhaps we wouldn't have come to this sad state of affairs.

Sigh.

The last Krispy Kreme donut I ate was on August 10th, 2007. The only reason I remember this is because it a very bad day for me. I was supposed to receive my final chemo treatment that day, but could not because I was short a few bajillion neutrophils, and was very upset about not being finished with that nightmare. After I sat around on the sofa, crying for about an hour, I wiped my eyes and decided there was only one thing that was going to make me feel better: a donut. Red and puffy eyes and eyebrows notwithstanding, I headed over to the local Holiday station and purchased a glazed donut for eighty-five cents. The sugary concoction made me feel better. Yes, I was comfort eating, but honestly, who cares? It's Kracky Kreme: if one of their donuts doesn't make you feel better when you're down and out, well, you haven't an appreciation for the finer things in life, and no one can help you out in that respect.

Fare thee well, oh glazed yummyness. I shall miss you terribly. I'm very sorry that I didn't serve you better.