Last month, I attempted to go get doughnuts. I was unsuccessful.
Earlier this month, while on the mainland, we went out and got doughnuts. Unfortunately, this was the day before I flew home, I was kind of sick at the time, and we got doughnuts after eating dinner. I did not eat any of these doughnuts, and so was again, unsuccessful.
Today, however, I woke up early, went back to sleep for three hours, woke up again, and went out on a mission to find doughnuts, eat them, and post about my glorious success.
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If you've ever driven to the airport and seen the building with the whales, it's right across the street. |
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Conveniently, the door is circled with a doughnut. |
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What's in the box? |
From top to bottom, left to right:
- Maple bacon yeast doughnut.
- "Mud?" I don't remember what it's called, but it's like chocolate cookie dust on cream frosting on cake doughnut.
- Cinnamon sugar doughnut.
- Buttermilk? "One of those." I panicked, what can I say.
- Green tea. Where else am I going to find one of those?
- Strawberry. The doughnut is still regular cake, but see below. They were sold out of blueberry. :(
- Powdered sugar.
- Cinnamon streusel.
- Coconut.
- Chocolate frosted chocolate cake. This one was first to go, and really didn't stand a chance.
- Almond chocolate. It was the last in the case, and looked cool.
- Chocolate sprinkle.
A dozen doughnuts (of various prices) plus a cup of coffee (they didn't have juice, so it was basically the only option) came out to like $15. "Holy crap, that's super expensive!" Meh. It's Hawaii, so you just have to factor in a 50-100% surcharge on everything.
And now, gratuitous pictures of the strawberry doughnut, half eaten, in the sunshine:
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Powdered sugar doughnuts are messy, although the wind helped blow the mess away. |
On the way home, I stopped at the gas station to get a bottle of juice (I was really looking forward to some OJ). It turns out that's a staging area for the cops, apparently, as there were two of them just parked doing paperwork or something, waiting to roll out. My thoughts as I was getting out of the car:
"Oh, cops, I probably don't even need to lock my doors."
"Wait...cops...doughnuts...."
Clicky-lock.
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