I’ve been craving doughnuts…a lot.
It’s odd, because I’m really not a doughnut fan. In fact, the last doughnuts I ate were when I was a teenager. Back then, as part of our periodic trips to the orthodontist, my mom used to reward my sister and me with a visit to the local doughnut bakery. On one of those trips, I think I must have eaten one too many.
So why have I all of a sudden found myself craving doughnuts? Maybe it’s because the air is turning cooler…or because I’ve been making an effort to eat a lot less sugar in my diet. In any case, when I saw NY’s Doughnut Plant profiled on the Food Network, I became a woman on a mission. (Take a look below and you’ll probably understand why.)
Yesterday, I corralled my husband onto that mission and we ventured to the south end of Manhattan seeking out the Doughnut Plant.
With a slightly end of the street/end of the island feel, the teeny building wasn’t much to look at.
(Although the chalk-board menu announcing the day’s flavors in English and Chinese was more interesting.)
Smaller inside than I somehow expected (isn’t a “plant” supposed to be big?), it didn’t really matter because all I had eyes for were these…
We opted for a cake doughnut each. My husband chose the cinnamon sugar…
And I gulped down a raspberry doughnut made with raspberries from the local farmer’s market (note the little seeds in the glaze.)
With nowhere to sit inside, we squished together on the sole skinny wooden bench outside in the sun and devoured our doughnuts. How were they? So delicious I would have gotten another, but my husband was the voice of reason. Sigh!