Donat yang Bulat

I’d say of one of the fringe benefits of having a sister-in-law who is working as a flight attendant is that once in a while she would smuggle something nice from her trips and bring them home for the enjoyment of her unemployed brother-in-law. Like this morning my breakfast consists of gourmet sandwiches. Those little buns with slices of roast chicken inside them that only looks dry but comes bursting with flavour? Yep, those kind. I’m such a lucky bastard. Last week she took some mixed nuts packets that were reserved for 1st class passengers. I didn’t fancy them too much but it did trigger an early gout warning in my father’s toe. Needless to say, that was the last time he touched them. A couple of weeks back she brought home a big box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts all the way from London. She said she’s addicted to them and all her stewardesses friends so she thought she brought home some. And also because she has a fun time every time she goes through customs and on the X-ray monitors ‘nanti nampak bulat bulat bulat,’ and the officers would have that ‘what the fuck…?’ look on their faces. To me they were nothing really special. They’re good but not really mind-blowing. No variety and they’re all heavily sugar frosted which makes you hardly like to taste more than one piece. But she said that Carrefour recently have beginning to sell them too so you are welcome to try them yourself and have your on opinion about them. But to me, Big Apple at the Curve is still serve the most seductive doughnuts in town.