When I moved to the East Coast nearly 7(!) years ago, one thing I noticed was the lack of maple bars, one of my favorite doughnuts growing up. I remember spending Sunday mornings at my Grandma Thora and Grandpa Jack’s house, where our breakfast would consist of a maple bar and raspberries in cream. Unhealthy, but so comforting.
I’ve been thinking about those days a lot - learning to water ski on Lake Meridian; playing with Lincoln Logs with my bro; sneaking MTV in the basement; the giant freezer filled with ice cream bars; fishing off La Push (pre-veg!) with “The Pill Pusher.” I’ve been so fortunate to have my grandparents as a strong presence throughout my life. Even though I’ve been far away for a long time now, they’ve always been supportive of me and what I’m doing. They’ve also been outstanding examples of how to live interesting, healthy lives and stay engaged with the world and people around them.
Grandpa Jack is doing some gnarly hospital time right now, but I know how awesomely stubborn and strong he is. Can’t wait to spend Easter with them both next weekend.
An ode to his favorite doughnut:



Maple Glazed Doughnuts (via Anna Olson)
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