Close encounters of the Krispy Kreme kind: Dr. Nelson and the donuts

A Krispy Kreme donut decked out in Green and Gold for Australia Day

Australia’s funny.  It’s sort of like living in a small town on a continent about the same size as the contiguous U.S. 

What does this have to do with donuts, you might ask?  Pull up a chair and I’m going to spin you a little yarn.

Jam! Those are some good donuts

They say you’ll always remember your first.  I do. 

It was my first visit to Australia.  I’d been off the plane after the 14 hour flight for a couple of hours. 

Maybe it was because I was jet-lagged.  Maybe the rectangular-shaped airline “omelette” I’d eaten a few hours before was so lackluster anything I subsequently ate would taste wonderful.  Maybe I am powerless to resist the allure of fried dough.  Whatever the reason, I’ll always think fondly of the first jam donut — nay, the first food– I consumed on Australian soil.

I am certain that when Homer Simpson says “Mmmmm. Donuts,” he’s thinking about the piping-hot, jam-filled balls of deep-fried goodness that come from the American Doughnut Kitchen truck at the Queen Victoria Market.  I first discovered these donuts in 2003, thanks to my friend Jay.  Recently, I made a return visit to the ADK with my husband in tow.

It’s not pork if you like it

Ironic that my apolitical husband provides a perfect food analogy to the Republican Veep Wannabe’s attitude toward political pork.  Sarah Palin is an anti-pork crusader unless that pork benefits her interests.   My husband, who often expresses his disdain for the other white meat, eats bacon and ham like it’s going out of style.  I guess it’s not pork if you like it.