About once a year I want a hotdog. The same goes for bologna. I consider both to be nasty foods and yet, when I suddenly want one, nothing will get in my way from their consumption and I only regret it when for the next 4 hours I continually burp the taste over and over and over, each time promising myself I’ll never eat it again. And I don’t. For about a year.
But one craving that I’ve never had before hit about a month ago. I wanted Hostess Raspberry O’s. Do you remember them? The large, white dusted donuts with the uber-fake raspberry filling inside? I wanted them and dreamed about them and talked about them and then searched for them. And they are nowhere at any establishment near me. And I’m starting to doubt their existence all together. Did I just dream them the same way I dreamed I made out with Gwen Stefani 5 years ago?
The other day, when my physical limitations had really kicked in and I could barely sit upright, let alone go shopping, Joe went in at least 8 stores of all types from the lowly gas station mart to the giantropolis grocery store to try and find them, each time coming out empty handed but armed with renewed intention to find his wife the dang donuts she wanted. Alas, because they are no longer available through regular channels, he didn’t find them.
However, the genius that is my husband bought these, cut a few open like tiny bagels and spread them with this wonderful raspberry conserve and it tasted even better than what I was longing for. And I’m sure that because they are so small, I somehow saved calories. And sugar intake because St. Dalfour makes fruit spreads with 100% fruit and no sugar added, sweetened with only grape juice concentrate,which is practically healthy. Practically.
It’s possibly the sweetest thing he’s ever done for me.
In college I had a major Twinkie thing going. I kept a stockpile in my dorm closet. Later, it was Hostess Cupcakes. I also understand the bologna and hot dog thing. After reading Upton Sinclair’s “The Jungle”, it put me off of processed lunchmeat, etc for quite a bit. I, too, have bologna about once a year. It’s a comfort thing. Bologna on wheat with French’s mustard, cheese and a kosher dill on the side. And Fritos.
Buuurrrpp!
Gross. Nitrates. Blech! Not a fan of the donuts either. BUT! Give me baked nachos with massive pantloads of sour cream and you have my heart forever.
Your hubby is so sweet!
the only times i ever think it’s acceptable to eat a hot dog are:
at a baseball game or while camping.
donuts are good anytime, anywhere for any reason.
And the raspberry jam–no matter what the ingredients–perfect anytime.
did you find these donuts yet? You ARE in SLC now visiting the great dooce. I think that you should be able to find some here. If not, email me and I will ship you some..