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So the other day I was in East Aurora and popped into Dunkin’ Donuts to try their coffee (coffee taste-off post coming soon!), and before I was even in the parking lot I was talking myself out of a blueberry cake donut.

You see, their blueberry cake donuts are one of those things from my childhood that make me smile.  When we lived in Pennsylvania, we used to go down to DC and visit my mom’s parents on the weekends a lot.  Every Saturday, Top (what we call Bamma’s–my mom’s mom–husband) would pick up the paper and donuts and bring them back.  There was always a blueberry cake for me and mom.

Anyway, for multiple reasons (Ohio’s lack of Dunkin’ Donuts, my disinterest in eating that kind of ‘junk’ anymore, my reluctance to eat fast-food in general…) I haven’t had a blueberry cake donut in multiple years.  The closest I’ve come is my Bath and Body Works ‘blueberry donut’ hand sanitizer (which is actually quite true to smell, BTW).

ANYWAY, I’d just eaten lunch, so really, I had no intention of buying a donut, but I knew I’d be faced with the temptation.  However, upon entering and walking up to the counter, I saw their little donut holes on display and the (brilliant) thought occurred to me: can I just order one donut hole?  I didn’t even know if there was a minimum.  I asked.

Turns out, yes, you can just buy one.  They’re 20 cents each, FYI.

So I did.

Except that when I opened the bag as I put cream and sugar in my coffee, I found not one but TWO.  I turned around to point this out to the cashier, who smiled and nodded at me.

“Aww, you’re too sweet!” I managed to respond.

NO, NOT SWEET!  I was even coherent enough to think that very thing the moment I saw both of them, as opposed to being pleased with an additional treat.  (People, I’m making progress!)

You see, THERE WAS A REASON I ORDERED JUST ONE.

I just wanted a little taste of my childhood, and one donut hole was my way of quelling a craving and having a tiny sweet treat while being victorious over my overeating tendencies.

Some people (people like my dear husband) would respond, “Well, you don’t have to eat both of them.”  That’s just crazy talk; of course I had to eat both of them!  I was going to be trapped in a car with them for the next 7-9 minutes on my drive back to Orchard Park.

The reason I order ONE of something is because a) I really do want only one, or b) I really want 900.  Either way, the two-for-one deal doesn’t help me.

So, while the old Holly would be excited to increase my indulgence while decreasing my expense, the new and improved (and working-on-self-control) Holly doesn’t appreciate cashiers’ generosity.

No, thanks, you can keep your calories BEHIND the counter!