Sugar and the Donettes

Brighton brought in Hostess Donettes today.

Sounds like a fifties girl group, doesn’t it.

“Ladies and gentleman-boys and girls, put your mittens around your kittens and get ready to shake, rattle, and roll to the latest sensation: The Hostess Donettes!”

But, no.

They are those little white powder sugar doughnuts that are nothing but sugar, flour, lard, and preservatives.

Yum.

I broke down and ate one.  At least I think I did.  I inhaled something without chewing.  I went to the bathroom an hour later and found I had conspicuous white powder under my nose.

Did I mention I had been in a meeting between the doughnut consumption and the meeting?

I didn’t?

Oh.

So yeah, I sat in a meeting with a powdery substance under my nose and no one said a word to me about it.

Not. One. Word.