Doughnuts!

January 2, 2019

With a mailman for a father, his off days were varied with every fifth week resulting in a three day weekend. On some of those Saturdays we would see mom making yeast dough and dad slowly melting shortening to use as a deep fry oil. We knew it was doughnut day.
Hours spent in the kitchen with mom making the dough and dad doing the frying. Mary Beth and I would wait for our part. We would roll the warm donuts in sugar before placing on cooling racks, put in a spoonful of grape jam for the jelly donuts before sugaring, or dipping in mom’s glaze and hanging over chop sticks, balanced on large jello boxes to drip the excess glaze onto waxed paper.
To this day I think of donuts whenever I see chop sticks.
This memory is triggered by sight, smell, and taste. Better yet, it is an emotional memory. It is a time where I saw a family working, laughing and loving together. A memory of us all spending time for a common goal.
I hope many people can find a memory with as much satisfaction for them as this is for me,