A book about memories of my grandma and life experiences. |
Suzy Jo Donuts Love Cruising along Dekalb Pike at 50 miles, the road sign reads 40; our hearts race; my hair is a mess as the cool wind blows through the opened windows and sunroof of your brand new Volkswagen Jetta, a sleek black. We pretend this is the Autobahn with the speed, as you watch the road and I watch the sun rise above the small building of Suzy Jo's. You ease the Jetta to a halt and I fix my hair, and give you a toothless smile; as a seven year old, this is my favorite day. We walk inside, sugar scent fill the air, "glazed and chocolate," I scream out, my favorites as the lady asks us what we want. "I'll take two glazed, a cruller..." we walk out with a box of about 6 donuts just ready to be eaten as we watch cartoons. Starbucks Love "Starbucks will go perfectly with our donuts," you say to me as we pull into Starbuck'sā Dekalb Pike is still quiet, it's 9am on a Saturday. Yet inside, the place is busy, the hustle and bustle of people and baristas. They are dizzying, mesmerizing, but friendly, talkative, and are very accommodating. You order a grande coffee, black, just like in Europe and you order me a tall coffee, which seemed huge to me. In the store, we left my coffee black and sugarless only to be filled with some cream (as I'm lactose intolerant and a lot of cream is bad) and lots of white sugar. I wrinkle my nose at the strength, you and nan both laugh at me, but I love the coffee and dipping my glazed donut inside of it. |