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Apr. 24th, 2008 08:46 amR gave me a ride to work this morning, the standard cost of which is whatever he'd like to have from Dunkin Donuts. So I picked up a coffee and a breakfast sandwich with hash browns, and they accidentally put two cups of hash-browns in the bag, which I didn't notice until I got back to the car.
We had ourselves a Hash Bash! And it was good. I have never had commercially-produced hash browns that I liked but I'm pretty sure Dunkin puts crack in theirs, because they are small chunks of crispy deep-fried joy. Which is just as well, since I'm not overly fond of their dougnhuts. In the competition for my affections, Tim Horton's wins, with Krispy Kreme a close second. Tim Horton's may have the advantage of being 1. a rare treat and 2. also capable of producing delicious sandwiches and non-danish-oriented pastries.
On the other hand, you get to watch the doughnut machine in action when you go to Krispy Kreme, and I am a sucker for mass-production mechanics.
Meanwhile, I am having an email fight with a moron. I keep telling her, when you get here just come to the nineteenth floor, I promise I'm the first person you'll see, and she keeps asking "Who should I sign in with? How will I find you?"
Listen, lady, there's one door, and on the other side of that door is a person, and I AM HE.
We had ourselves a Hash Bash! And it was good. I have never had commercially-produced hash browns that I liked but I'm pretty sure Dunkin puts crack in theirs, because they are small chunks of crispy deep-fried joy. Which is just as well, since I'm not overly fond of their dougnhuts. In the competition for my affections, Tim Horton's wins, with Krispy Kreme a close second. Tim Horton's may have the advantage of being 1. a rare treat and 2. also capable of producing delicious sandwiches and non-danish-oriented pastries.
On the other hand, you get to watch the doughnut machine in action when you go to Krispy Kreme, and I am a sucker for mass-production mechanics.
Meanwhile, I am having an email fight with a moron. I keep telling her, when you get here just come to the nineteenth floor, I promise I'm the first person you'll see, and she keeps asking "Who should I sign in with? How will I find you?"
Listen, lady, there's one door, and on the other side of that door is a person, and I AM HE.
