Monday, October 31, 2011

I remember her... and the doughnuts

Over the river and through the woods we traveled, twisting and winding over a mountain until, descending, we felt the telltale rumble of our Chevy tires over nearly-forgotten brick streets.

Up the porch steps we bounded, past the creaky swing and into the 60s/70s style tiled kitchen.

I held in my question through hellos and hugs until the words burst from my mouth, no longer able to be contained, "What are we having for breakfast?"

My mouth watered simply thinking of them. My taste buds readied at high alert, waiting, anxious, so very ready for the warm dough creation that only she knew how to make.

Thoughtfulness was kneaded into the fresh handmade dough. Companionship was leavened as the yeast performed its trick. Excitement and anticipation bubbled as the hot oil began to crackle.

As she scooped out the first strips of golden crispy perfection, my little body danced in the metal chair pushed up to the Formica tabletop. The plate of treasure was placed, steaming, before me and I paused. Waited. Grabbed for the largest piece only once the crown of glimmering sugar rested on the surface.

Hot, melt-in-your-mouth dough.
Sweet dusting of pure sugar.
That was what love tasted like.

I don't even know their real name. She always called them "Polish doughnuts", a nod to her heritage (and a little bit of mine).

I asked for them every single visit.
And she obliged.

Every single time.


Galit Breen said...Best Blogger Tips

Homemade donuts! Oh my, yum!

I adore the description of "sweet dusting" so poetic and delicate.

And i love the nod to heritage, because the stories that food and cooking and baking tell are endless, aren't they?

Nichole said...Best Blogger Tips

So lovely, my friend.
This is my favorite bit...
"Thoughtfulness was kneaded into the fresh handmade dough. Companionship was leavened as the yeast performed its trick. Excitement and anticipation bubbled as the hot oil began to crackle."
Off to Stumble you. :) said...Best Blogger Tips

sounds so devine!

Mel said...Best Blogger Tips

Awesome memory. Really lovely description of the feeling that surrounds a simple meal.

earlybird said...Best Blogger Tips

You packed a lot of feeling into this piece. 'Excitement and anticipation bubbled as the hot oil began to crackle.' They certainly did, I could practically taste them!

idiosyncraticeye said...Best Blogger Tips

Love your descriptive writing, I could taste the doughnuts! And I've never had fresh made doughnuts either. Thanks for sharing. :)

Anastasia said...Best Blogger Tips

I am so jealous! Homemade donuts are amazing! said...Best Blogger Tips

I found you from the Write on Edge linkup. I love the ending the three single sentence paragraphs give the reader exactly the kind of nostalgia you must have for the dish.

BalancingMama (Julie) said...Best Blogger Tips

Thank you all so much!

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