Is it just me, or are we simply surrounded by some truly delectable scenery? There's the whipped cream clouds with a hint of orange glaze on the southeast as the sun rises beneath them, creating a patch of tangerine sorbet fog towards the northwest. The spilled bags of peeled sunflower seed fields with pretzel stick trees raising out of them. And, who could forget, the vanilla wafer cookie walls of the big box housing developments neatly stacked and arranged in orderly rows. Later in the day we have a 30% chance of coconut ice cream snow so we can take it all in a-la-mode. Alright, perhaps if I'd had a bigger dinner last night, my choice of analogies might be different as I describe these sights I enjoyed on my drive into work.
I don't know about you, but all this talk of food has suddenly made me hungry (and no, I'm not speaking metaphorically). Fortunately, Tucker Maroney (donut boy) has arrived with five dozen delicious donuts. So take a stroll down the granola carpet, through the ginger bread walls and grab something with a little more substance.