Micah has been talking about Stan’s Donuts for at least a year. This is usually how it goes….”I can’t believe I lived in L.A. all of those years, and NEVER went to Stan’s. I mean, they are ranked the BEST DONUTS IN THE U.S. And if they are the best in the U.S., then that clearly means they are the best in the world!”
Micah has even gone as far as telling my mom, who faithfully gets pastries for Christmas morning, that she definitely needs to replace those “nasty” things with Stan’s. (Mind you that he had never tasted them.) He even put on his Christmas list, “One of each from Stan’s”. Oh Brother!
So in an attempt to not hear about the fresh ingredients that Stan uses for the next five weeks, I nipped it in the bud. Skills spent the night, and at 5:18 this morning, I woke my donut partner in crime up, along with Scout, and we headed to Westwood.
I got “one of each” of the good ones for Micah, and two dozen of the #1 donut (the peanut butter and chocolate pocket) for my Sunday school class tomorrow. Skilly, Scout and I had a great time, and Micah was so thrilled! He got right up and started chowing!
Looks like he ate the equivalent of 6ish donuts. World’s best — if so, the world has pretty average donuts, although their apple fritter was pretty phenomenal, and their buttermilk donut holes were great. The good news is that I think he had his fill and my mom can reorder the nasty pastries she usually does.
P.S.
Not everyone in my family thinks they are nasty.
P.P.S.
Tradition trumps taste anyway!
P.P.P.S.
Hey Sunday schoolers — BYOM! (Bring Your Own Milk!)
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