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Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Dunkin' Donuts VS Winchell's
"I want a donut. Need a donut. Gotta have a donut." This is what I am telling my 5 year old around the time we have to pick my son up from school at 2 in the lovely afternoon. Dangerous time to want a donut-in a car-that is mobile-with some cash-with children. There is nothing at this point to stop one from reaching said donut goal.
So we decided if we were going to do this, we were going to do this right. 1. Display 2. Variety 3. Taste 4. Freshness
Dunkin Donuts was our first stop.
Display? Boring.
To be fair, it was 2:15 in the afternoon and we were the only ones in the joint, outside of the notsochipper headsetwearing man behind the register. Shawn chose the rainbow sprinkles on cake donut with chocolate icing. Kall went for the same with vanilla frosting. I chose the seasonal pumpkin pie and we split a chocolate glazed, just for more options for our experiment. Of course.
Variety? Good.
Lot's of seasonal items and flavor flaves. Key lime, pumpkin and Vanilla Creme to name a few.
Taste? Eh.
I say this because they could have tasted better. They were rather plain and lacked a certain stickiness that i expected from the donut.
Freshness? Yikes.
Again...this is 2 in the afternoon and who are we to say anything about freshness this late in the day. I couldn't even speak for freshness of the people holding this experiment.
We ate our donuts and bounced. Full of energy. Or on a sugar high. Off to Winchell's.
Side note: a responsible adult and parent would have called off the experiment when one child has a stomach ache already and one is bouncing off the car doors. I decided to keep on truckin' though. I said responsible adult.
Winchell's.
Display. Amazeballs.
Not only did they have everything stocked to the brim, not only did they have lot's of yummy things to drink still and not only did they have flower shaped donuts...they had a Subway attached. Kalleigh lost it. She was out. She wanted chips. Eff the donuts.
Variety? 4 outta 5.
They had everything, just not everything. If you catch my drift. (You might after all those carbs.)
A lot of donuts, a lot of frosting and filling choices and a lot of sizes. No outside the box items.
Taste? Devine.
I had the apple-pie-filled-cinnamon-dusted-crusty-topping-luscious donut. I could have slapped a Grandma. Shawn had the largeandincharge flower shaped donut with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles. He actually went for the same donut style so he could fairly compare. Sucha sweet chap. Kal was out and wondering how she was going to make it out alive.
Freshness? Surprisingly high.
The dough was still sticky like fresh-made and the edges had not crusted over with time. They could have only been a couple hours old. Or, we could have been salivating so much that we didn't know the difference. Shawn and I were on cloud nine.
And then the fun began.
Kalleigh was dying. Well, to a 5 year old who had never even eaten an entire donut, she was sure she was feeling what was known as death. Her stomach hurt, she was doubled over in pain and she kept saying, "Mr. Tummy is ANGRY!!!" We. Were. Hysterical. Shawn and I could not stop laughing. You would laugh too. Seriously. It was a hoot. I truly believe that up to this point, Kalleigh had never maxed out before. I personally could have eaten 3 more before max capacity. Potato Puhtato. Shawn was officially on a sugar high. Clearly from aforementioned high, he had gotten higher. It happens. Don't judge. I was certain he was about to blow chunks at any moment from the laughter and jolting around of his sugar-pumped body. He no longer had blood running through his veins. It was a rainbow of delightful sprinkles. Awe.
Such fun we had today. Don't ask me to babysit. This is what will happen.
OH YEAH...
and Winchell's won. Hand's down. Sorry Dunky!
So we decided if we were going to do this, we were going to do this right. 1. Display 2. Variety 3. Taste 4. Freshness
Dunkin Donuts was our first stop.
Display? Boring.
To be fair, it was 2:15 in the afternoon and we were the only ones in the joint, outside of the notsochipper headsetwearing man behind the register. Shawn chose the rainbow sprinkles on cake donut with chocolate icing. Kall went for the same with vanilla frosting. I chose the seasonal pumpkin pie and we split a chocolate glazed, just for more options for our experiment. Of course.
Variety? Good.
Lot's of seasonal items and flavor flaves. Key lime, pumpkin and Vanilla Creme to name a few.
Taste? Eh.
I say this because they could have tasted better. They were rather plain and lacked a certain stickiness that i expected from the donut.
Freshness? Yikes.
Again...this is 2 in the afternoon and who are we to say anything about freshness this late in the day. I couldn't even speak for freshness of the people holding this experiment.
We ate our donuts and bounced. Full of energy. Or on a sugar high. Off to Winchell's.
Side note: a responsible adult and parent would have called off the experiment when one child has a stomach ache already and one is bouncing off the car doors. I decided to keep on truckin' though. I said responsible adult.
Winchell's.
Display. Amazeballs.
Not only did they have everything stocked to the brim, not only did they have lot's of yummy things to drink still and not only did they have flower shaped donuts...they had a Subway attached. Kalleigh lost it. She was out. She wanted chips. Eff the donuts.
Variety? 4 outta 5.
They had everything, just not everything. If you catch my drift. (You might after all those carbs.)
A lot of donuts, a lot of frosting and filling choices and a lot of sizes. No outside the box items.
Taste? Devine.
I had the apple-pie-filled-cinnamon-dusted-crusty-topping-luscious donut. I could have slapped a Grandma. Shawn had the largeandincharge flower shaped donut with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles. He actually went for the same donut style so he could fairly compare. Sucha sweet chap. Kal was out and wondering how she was going to make it out alive.
Freshness? Surprisingly high.
The dough was still sticky like fresh-made and the edges had not crusted over with time. They could have only been a couple hours old. Or, we could have been salivating so much that we didn't know the difference. Shawn and I were on cloud nine.
And then the fun began.
Kalleigh was dying. Well, to a 5 year old who had never even eaten an entire donut, she was sure she was feeling what was known as death. Her stomach hurt, she was doubled over in pain and she kept saying, "Mr. Tummy is ANGRY!!!" We. Were. Hysterical. Shawn and I could not stop laughing. You would laugh too. Seriously. It was a hoot. I truly believe that up to this point, Kalleigh had never maxed out before. I personally could have eaten 3 more before max capacity. Potato Puhtato. Shawn was officially on a sugar high. Clearly from aforementioned high, he had gotten higher. It happens. Don't judge. I was certain he was about to blow chunks at any moment from the laughter and jolting around of his sugar-pumped body. He no longer had blood running through his veins. It was a rainbow of delightful sprinkles. Awe.
Such fun we had today. Don't ask me to babysit. This is what will happen.
OH YEAH...
and Winchell's won. Hand's down. Sorry Dunky!
Monday, May 13, 2013
Numero Uno.
Something I should have been doing sooner? Or perhaps this is just the right time. I am ready to start jotting down some memories, funny stories and recipes that you (whoever you are) may or may not like. Chances are, you will likey. I am rather huhlarious. And make up my own words. Like crispidy and crackedely. My son does not approve so they must be horrendous and annoying. Win.
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