I’ve decided, beyond what the traditionalists say, that it’s officially summer. And do you know what that means? Doughnut Days. Each year the family goes on a vacation to Del Mar, CA. Have you been there? Go there. And see this.
The view from our wedding site and favorite pic nic site.
And see this. And then when the races begin, get up early and go to Doughnut Days at the track. It’s all you can eat doughnuts, a little bit of watching the ponies work out, and lots of fun.
Or crumb doughnut. Is that technical term? Crumb?
Wash those doughnuts down with OJ or,
…way too much cream and sugar.
See those hands and those binoculars? They belonged to an experience doughnut eater and handicapper.
That expert is my dad. I think his record for doughnut day is 11 doughnuts. And do you see those bones? Yes, not covered by one ounce of fat. How is this fair or possible? Don’t ask. My husband’s the same way. Can’t. Stand. It.
Watch out. He’s a serious eater. One time, he ate an 11 egg omelet with 4 pancakes and 3 strips of bacon, and then dessert.
So you know where I’ll be this summer. If you stop by Del Mar, please say hi to me and my thighs. Because with doughnut days, who even knows. But in all seriousness, can you help me get a jumpstart? What’s your favorite homemade doughnut recipe? Maybe I’ll have my very own doughnut day at my house. Just to see if dad can out eat his record.