The inception of my affection for donuts was undoubtedly, the delicious delicacies proffered at Dot's Pastries on Central Avenue in Ocean City, NJ. In fact, for a brief interlude during the 1980s, I flirted with vocational prospects at Dunkin Donuts, fantasizing about munchkin compensation and other such professional bonuses. Thus, I am delighted to pass along said donut devotion to my darling daughter, whose enviable metabolism has proven rather compatible to such an indulgent vice. Our recent OC excursion, at Eowyn's turret-like insistence ("Beach, morrow' pease, Mama!" -repeat 25x) provided occasion to feast upon these fried divinations and the esteemed Mack and Mancos pizza, while frolicking amongst the suspect sands of the Jersey shore. Eowyn was in heaven- My legacy complete. *** DISCLAIMER- It is not my donut gluttony that compels a cover-up this season- I am 5 1/2 months pregnant with our son "Frank Frankenfield"
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Isn't it "Bekah beach, Bekah beach"? Or, was she the invisble doting auntie along for the ride but not "really" there??????
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