We were driving on one of LA's many crazy roadways, following scatterbrained GPS directions, when I happened to look to my left and see a storefront labeled "Spudnuts."
Spudnuts?! I thought to myself. It can't possibly be.
I can't remember where I first heard about Spudnuts. Possibly Florida when I went to visit Johanna. I don't remember when, where, or who, but I do specifically remember Spudnuts being explained to me as potato flour donuts and that they were "a thing" in the 50s or 60s with lingering stores still open helter-skelter around the country.
"Do you want to stop?" Julia asked as I began to veer of the road.
It looked just like any other bakery, with glass encased pastries, but I don't think I even looked at them until I had finished talking to the girl behind the counter.
"Are these made entirely with potato flour?" I asked, as hopefully but way less expectantly as a kid on Santa's lap.
"Oh, absolutely."
"There's no wheat flour in them at all?"
"Oh, no!" She seemed scandalized.
We'll take them all, I thought to myself.
To top it all off they were cheap! A little over $3 for a half dozen. Needless to say, we drove away with a big pink box of donuts and sticky fingers.
"They taste like donuts," Julia informed me.
They were delicious! I did get a little bit of a headache after I ate one, but I hadn't really eaten anything but sugar all day. They may use some kind of flour blend with a bit of regular flour in it. But my stomach, which, of course, is the main show for me, was totally fine!
Erin Faroe is reading over my shoulder RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT! And reading out loud what I'm typing....
We're watching the World Cup, drinking Jamba Juice, and about to head out to Dunder Mifflin.
Go South Africa!
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