The theme for this week is that prince of foods...the donut. Yes, just like a hamburger is the perfect meal, donuts are the perfect snack. So - find yourself one from the many on sale at Little Frimley Kitchen, order your favourite coffee, sit back, relax, check the latest football news from The Guardian on your phone, and enjoy!
As great as LFK is, Donut King in North Hollywood, where Samantha used to live, is donut heaven. I realise it's a chain (there is even a Donut King in Palmerston North) but the North Hollywood one is special!
3 Mmmmmm
3 Mmmmmm
It all began in the mid sixties, on a family trip to Sydney, and specifically down an underground ramp with lots of shops, on the way to get a train on the City Circle line, as my brother and I peered through a shop front window and watched the donuts being made.
We walked down the ramp, a little hyperactive, and excited to be in alien surroundings: an underground bitumen ramp going under the street, with shops along the sides, and with the prospect of going on a train. Those were all new sensations for us.
Underground smells are unique (and just like the London Underground smells). As we walked downhill down the ramp, surrounded by those new smells, we spied a shop window with a machine making donuts behind it. I distinctly remember watching the donuts being made in the frying section, being turned over and then tavelling on a little conveyor belt to drop into a cinnamon bath.
Mum and dad would purchase some donuts for us all and we would eat them from the brown paper bag as we walked to the train, the excess cinnamon dropping to the bottom of the bags.
Whenever I have a donut from Little Frimley Kitchen, I get a happy flashback to those innocent days in Sydney.
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