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It's the little things...
...like my husband agreeably stopping at the grocery store after a long day of work for non-crucial items...
...and also coming home with this, without announcement or demanding credit...
..that affirm my lifemate choice.
(And allow me to smile at him insisting upon calling this donut a sour cream donut when we all know damn well it's called an old-fashioned donut.)
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I believe if you consult the donut bible here you will find that this is indeed a sour cream donut.
blast!
Yeah, I call it a sour cream donut too...and I'm an unofficial donut bible.