In the last six months the Starbucks, Krispie Cream and Cinnabon closest to me all closed.
I used to drive out of my way to the farther Walmart just so I could go to Starbucks afterward. I needed that Mocha after and hour of grocery shopping with a whinny three year old.
And Cinnabon… Oh those ridiculously huge, sticky, warm cinnamon rolls. I could always count on Cinnabon to pack back on the calories I burned after a long day of walking around the mall.
But I’m especially sad about Krispie Cream. See, the Krispie Cream once saved our lives.
I’m physically unable to drive past a Krispie Cream without stopping. So on a hot August evening after shopping, my family and I were headed home when I spotted KC. I talked Dave in going through the drive through. I think we were the only people there, but they were really slow that night. We must had been stuck there for 15 minutes.
As we sat waiting, we noticed the skies to the west getting dark. We finally got our delicious, glazed, cream-filled goodness and pulled away as it started to pour buckets of rain. Sitting at the stoplight waiting to turn toward home, the wind piked up and started to blow the lights around so violently I thought they were going to fall off and land on our windshield. Lightening flashed and thunder cracked all around.
We made it to the freeway, and by the time we got to our exit the storm let up. But as we drove down the back roads that lead to our house, we came across downed power lines and trees everywhere in the road. At one point we had to stop while the fire department cleared a tree from the road so we could get through.
Were it not for those 15 minutes waiting for doughnuts at KC, were would have been driving on those roads while all that debris was falling down.
So you can understand why I’m kinda sentimental about that one.
Who says pastries aren’t good for your health?