I don’t need to tell you all the details of my difficulties from today. That will surely come to you very soon in my ‘Things That Shit Me’ series, over on SmikG…
No. But what you do need to know is that I had enough just prior to 3pm. As in, ‘that’s it, I’m outta here, put me on a rocket and send me into the galaxy’ type enough. After packing a tired and cranky baby girl in the car and reversing out of my parents’ driveway, I spontaneously turned and said to her “do you want doughnuts?”
She, poor thing, had also had enough. Her eyes nonetheless sparkled with tired excitement. The decision was immediately made.
15 minutes later, we got home with this
And tonight we will devour this
I already sneakily ate one mini cookies and cream doughnut. I had to. Man Hubbie’s lucky I didn’t smash a few big-sized donutella’s before he got home.
I really needed it. And in that moment, leaving my parents house, I was so grateful that the famous Mick’s Place milkbar is literally a minutes drive from their place. I’ve written about the milkbar and the beginnings of the Nutella doughnut craze before, but now I am expressing gratitude for it. The way Xzibit pimps dirty shitty old cars over on MTV, so too has this milkbar been pimped to an unbelievable food-porn level. And being on an average corner in the Northern suburbs of Melbourne, a milkbar that I frequented too often as a teenager (which Hubbie still hangs shit on me about)…. well I couldn’t be prouder.
I actually need those doughnuts to find a supplier in our Seachange location. It is a must.