A Triggered Doughnut Memory
When Jenna and her classmate left the car this morning, they were talking about doughnuts – more specifically doughnut holes. I took Highness for a walk and smiled as I thought at a memory about disappearing doughnuts. My brother Corey and I are nine years apart. We seem to share a lot in common – particularly food habits. Eating whatever is quick or handy. Our kitchen skills were not the greatest. Plus we both appeared to be on the lazy side. We also have a brother Patrick – who is two years younger than I and our baby sister, Kayla, who is thirteen years younger. They are both survivor’s. And both were quite comfortable in the kitchen from an early age. When we were younger, we used to taunt Corey by saying that Kayla could be out in the dess...