Yes, that’s what I said. Last night Denis accused me of never using the recipes cards I get in the mail. You know the deal – they send you 20 cards a month of fabulous mouth-watering recipes, and I send them $6 to say thanks. It worked out well – we got a set of cheap knives, a small cutting board, and a handy carrying case for the cards.
So anyway, he accused me of never using the cards. Well there’s nothing like a challenge – I whipped out the card that said “Sugar-Coated Doughnuts” and went to work. Twenty-five minutes later the kitchen reeked of grease and the doughnuts were coated in sugar. And my oh my, were those things tasty. I was very happy with the outcome – and now he can never say I don’t use those cards.
As for the title of this post, when I was a child I couldn’t say doughnuts and chocolate milk, so I always called it doughbuts and colutnunk. Even today I occasionally say it, but it’s not often I have doughnuts and chocolate milk together.