I knew that his kind of donuts were OK for my diet. I didn't consider the effect on my heart!
With a little Blues Traveler playing on the stereo, we went to the junior high school and got a few decent ones in. The seminary parking lot was small but not so good.
The next stop, the church parking lot, filled with cars.
A little more successful.
So much for a quiet, Sunday afternoon.
Do you call it Doing Donuts in your neck of the woods?