I am not a child of the south, more like a student.
There is so much I love about living below the Mason-Dixon line.
My most favorite has to be sweet tea. With a little peach or some mint and -perfecto!
I love the rolling hills, lakes, and sweet dotted hillsides of farms.
There are, however, things that I just haven't quite embraced during my studies of the south.
Not to say that I hate these things, it is just in the last 18 years I have not fallen in love - for example, doughnuts.
I love DD. Love their coffee. Love their lightly sugared raised doughnut (with the occasional chocolate frosted thrown in the mix). I am a product of a doughnut north.
That was until last week, last week was my first adventure to a Krispy Kreme.
As my Yankee friends gasp and my southern friends applaud, I will tell you each to hold tight.
I loved Krispy Kreme for its' nostalgic appeal.
Not to mention - who doesn't like eating somewhere that gives away hats!
And I am not one to run from a fountain of icing. Oh sweet nectar.
But while Krispy Kreme made my kids giggle with delight, I will
a DD girl.
But I know that Michael is still a child of the south. I know because no Yankee could ever swallow four of these monstrosities in 30 minutes!