my love is a bacon maple doughnut

First Timhortians, 13, 4 - 8

I fell in love today.

Ahhh yes dear reader, I fell and I fell hard

As soon as I did?

I messaged my wife.

Sorry honey, it’s over. We’re finished. I’ve found a new love.

No, dear reader, I’m not having yet another mid life crisis.

I’m not trading the old wife in for someone ten or more years younger than her.

Instead?

I’m in love with a doughnut.

This doughnut?

It’s perfection.

Let’s rewind for a brief moment.

On the way back from a short - 25k ride at the Railyard in Truro, we stopped at Aroma Mya in Endfield.

And that’s when I saw her

Given her beauty, it’s no small wonder she was kept behind glass.

Her perfection was such that I’m putting off fully detailing her majesty. In part to help you differ gratification and in part to allow enough pomp and circumstance suitable for a doughnut of such incredible power.

This doughnut?

It was a maple gazed doughnut with salt and BACON ONTO IT.

I know.

IT HAD BACCON ONTO IT.

Like a lot of gobs of freshly fried bacon.

Not bacon bits but real, live fucking bacon.

After…