It was an early Saturday for me. I rarely see anything before 9:30 on the clock on Saturdays, but this morning I woke up at 8:35. Maybe it was excitement?
I have had this little plan in my head for a week now. A patient at work brought in some donuts from the Tipton Bakery and they rivaled Golden Delight Bakery donuts, a huge feat of accomplishment! So I told Kevin this morning to get ready because I had a surprise for him. He didn’t like that. He hates surprises as much as I do. He hates not being in the know.
So we went for a little drive–quite further than I had anticipated actually–and pulled into the little, quaint town of Tipton, Iowa. It had a darling little town square that had the itsy-bitsiest farmer’s market you’ve ever seen, a one-tent produce shopping trip with maybe 3 venders. (I’m adding 1 for the benefit of the doubt; I only saw 2.) The storefronts were tall antique buildings that looked just weathered enough to have firm history imbedded in their walls and yet just enough charm to welcome people into their possibly renovated interiors.
But none of that mattered so much as the fact that inside that glass case were the very things I had drive here for: croissants. I have no idea why they call them that because they are doughiest donuts twisted up like a hard-shell taco and filled with frosting instead of meat and powered sugar instead of cheese. They melt in your mouth and make you say things like, “Ohhh. Myyyyyy. Gooooooosh.” I’m only thankful that they don’t have a nutritional label! It was pure delight.
With both of our teams winning and those donuts still filling our bellies, we’re a happy little family today.
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