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.