Friday was National Donut Day and those of you who choose to read this Popcorn Stand know my favorite donut is the jelly donut.
I’ve written before about the great anticipation and excitement I feel when I see what looks to be a glazed, filled donut in the box. As I’m about to bite into the donut, I’m hoping it is indeed jelly and when it is I feel like shouting “YESSSSSSSSS” but somehow keep my composure.
But when I bite into the donut and find out it’s lemon instead, I feel a great sense of disappointment. That disappointment lasts about one second and I go on to eat the rest of the donut.
In today’s edition of the Nevada Appeal on the Religion page, Captain Leslie Cyr of the local Salvation Army writes about how National Donut Day began in 1938, created by the Salvation Army as a way to commemorate the women who served donuts to American soldiers during World War I.
These women are credited with increasing the popularity of donuts in the U.S. when they returned home after the war was over. To say I’m thankful to these women would be an understatement.
Donuts are just a cool comfort food. It’s also a comforting feeling when I walk into the office and I see a box of donuts. I want to shout “YESSSSSSSSS” but again manage to keep my composure.
With the exception of the jelly donut, it’s also a cool feeling to peruse the donut box and decide which donut I want. Because of course, I like all the donuts in the box.
When I see what looks to be a jelly donut, there’s no decision-making, I immediately grab it. But if there’s no jelly donut, no problem. After being unappreciative and thinking (how could the person who bought these not get a jelly donut?) for like one second, I decide no problem, it’s actually going to be fun to take the time to decide on which donut I want. Which takes like three to four seconds.
I hope everybody had a donut on National Donut Day.
— Charles Whisnand
