Yesterday I told Dad that Mrs. Backer's Bakery makes a really good pumpkin donut.
A look of disbelief mingled with horror spread across his face.
"Wait. Did you say pumpkin?"
"Yes. 'Tis the season for pumpkins."
More horror on the face. Also disgust.
"Listen. If I want a donut, I want a DONUT."
Said the man who always orders vanilla ice cream.
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hahahaha. I will the eat the Coach's pumpkin donut.
I have to say, I'm kind of on the Coach's side here. I have been making some excellent pumpkin soup/stew things, and I have my eye on a great pumpkin pie recipe (chocolate crust? maple glazed?), but doughnuts? I don't know.
I knew I liked that man. A purist. Keep your vegetables (fruits?) away from my doughnuts, dude.
Bahahahaha
My second favorite coach story after the time he said you forgot your pants.
And now I can't find that story. I swear it was you and the coach and you met him for lunch and he was concerned about leggings.
This is why I LOVE your blog. Great advice and excellent writing!
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