A few days ago I got such a ridiculously strong hankering for doughnuts, at 9:30 p.m. on Saturday night, no less. Do you know how many doughnut shops are open at that time? None. Now mind you, I haven’t had doughnuts in YEARS! I was watching “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown”, which has absolutely nothing to do with doughnuts nor were there commercials for doughnuts. Just out of the blue, I wanted a freshly made (or two), soft glazed doughnut. What’s so wrong with that? I didn’t want those week-old (+) doughnuts neatly stacked in a cardboard box – you know what I’m talking about, the ones in the bread aisle? Yuck.
I began furiously and vigorously searching for a doughnut shop nearby. Something like Winchell's, or Dunkin’ Doughnuts, even Krispy Kreme. 114 miles, 0 locations found and 42.8 miles, respectively. Granted, Napa and their neighbors don’t like chain restaurants, but c’mon, people! So I then decided to look for something local – because as much as I was in the mood for some sweet goodness I wasn’t about to drive 40+ miles. And then I found it. Happy’s Donut Tree Too. The more I read about it, I was willing and ready to risk the 5 minute drive from my house.
“Their donuts are very good and smell amazing (… they are light and fluffy inside and have a very thick frosting and glaze selection).”
Yes, please! How late and when are they open?
“You have to work hard to get them because they don't make many so you want to get there before the rest of the savvy few do.”
Somehow I missed reading this portion. It would have been really nice if I’d remembered it the next morning. I was so thrilled to find this doughnut joint and wanted to get there as quick as I could. Except that it was now 10 p.m., and I couldn’t get rid of my doughnut craving. I’d discovered that they’re open 5 a.m. to 1 p.m. Geez, where else do they sell doughnuts? That’s right, the grocery store! I decided to bite the bullet (cause if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em) and made the trip to Raley’s. Oh sweet golden chocolaty nuggets! It’s the golden ticket! It was calling my name.
I was so ecstatic to make this unique trip to grocery store. Oh Raley’s, how you saved my sugar craving! The Sugar Gods listened and provided!
Yes, this is exactly how I felt after biting into a long, chocolaty doughnut with the crème filling (of which name I can’t remember for the life of me). It was exactly what the doctor ordered. Sugar peace at last.
After some much needed grocery shopping the next morning, I decided to take a swing by Happy’s. By the sound of it, I couldn’t be disappointed, right? It was only Noon and for sure they’d have doughnuts left, right? I parked across the street from Happy’s (because there isn’t any parking) and bravely crossed the tumultuous street. When I finally walked in I was shocked to see Happy’s empty. I mean completely empty. It looked like they were closing (for the day). They had a half sheet baking tray of the stuff they were still trying to sell, at 12:30. Rats! I didn’t really care for what they had, as I was REALLY looking forward to doughnut holes. I think the doughnut place near my parent’s home was open mostly all day! I wish Happy’s could be open later too. Needless to say, I went home unhappy from Happy’s.
I still haven’t gone to Happy’s, but one of these mornings, by golly, I’ll have a doughnut hole. And it’ll be delicious and worthwhile.
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