D and I have lived in Boston for seven years now. We moved here from the deep south. At first, there were several things that I missed. Even though I loved my new culture and tried to embrace it fully, there were still things that I missed. Besides the relationships that we left behind, the tension of the culture shock we experienced left us missing certain cultural elements. One of those elements was familiar food.

After 7 years, there are very, very few things that I still miss (again, not including relationships). Even when I think about food, there is not a lot that I miss to the point of deep craving. However, there are a few exceptions. One of them is my grandmother’s cooking (As long as I live, I will never be able to get enough of her cooking). Another exception is Krispy Kreme Donuts. D and I were very excited a few years ago when KK tried to break into the Boston area. As it turns out, they just could not make a go of it in the Boston area. It is too entrenched with Dunkin Donuts. Now, every time I am in a place where they have KK, I try to get at least a small sample.

This week I am in Louisville, KY for a class. As I was visiting with a friend, I inquired about KK Donuts. Sure enough, there is one here. Upon hearing the good news, I responded in kind. Tonight I treated myself to a couple of donuts and a few more to go. To all of my friends in Boston (and other places where KK is not available) who love KK Donuts, I am thinking about you as I eat my donuts.