As a little girl, I would often join my grandparents out for Friday night dinners, and almost always we’d end up here, at Krispy Kreme Doughnuts. They liked to eat in instead of taking it home, and it’s easy to understand why. The coffee was hot and the sea-green 60’s stools were fun to sit on. As long as I could reach my “tart” doughnut that sat atop the matching Formica table, I was good to go.
I realize doughnuts may not have been the healthiest treat, but isn’t that what grandparents are for? I hope so because Brian and I are already coming up with ideas as to where we’ll take our g-babies and you’d best believe Krispy Kreme is on the list!
Now that’s what I call making sweet memories.
