Fat Thursday’s Donut Damage

Donut Day (czyli Fat Thursday) has come and gone. I suppose I can start my diet now – or tomorrow – or better yet, Monday! But before that let’s first review the donut damage. Despite the many, many donuts placed practically right under my nose yesterday, I consumed only 4 (tylko 4, albo aż 4 depending on your perspective). They were all glazed and filled with rose jam. Scratch that, one was definitely de-glazed by Rosie before it got to my plate.

The best donut had to be the first one in the morning. It was my favorite kind – delivered to me with a cup of coffee by a pretty lady and then getting paid to eat it. Even without all the fanfare, it was still the best of the day. It was fresh, not too dark and still warm from the bakery.

The next donut was also delivered by a pretty lady (a different pretty lady) with a cup of coffee and I was paid to eat it. The whole set up was a bit too elegant for me though. It’s just a donut after all. I got my coffee and donut on the good office “guest” china. I had a choice of 3 donuts – glazed with jam, powdered sugar with jam or glazed with adwokat. These donuts were really big but not domed like the other ones. And the jam wasn’t jammy. It was like fruit filling from a can. Anyhow, I tried to eat my donut as elegantly as a donut can be eaten with minimal lip-smacking and finger-licking. Prezes ate 3 donuts and in what has now become a tradition, told the secretaries that I ate them. Truly a mature and elegant way to behave – quite befitting for a president of a large corporation. And in all this elegance, I couldn’t stop myself from laughing when Prezes took a huge bite out of his first of 3 donuts and a big dollop of rose filling plunked down onto his suit trousers. I know it is soooo mature of me, but I was stricken with a case of the giggles and couldn’t stop. Luckily for me, Prezes has a good sense of humor and he got a good laugh out of it himself.

After that I refused the next few donuts offered me and waited to eat the donuts Misiu had bought. Unfortunately, they were the type I don’t really like (glaze overload and dark) so I had to eat 2 of them ;) And just as I was turning to tell Misiu about how Prezes ruined his trousers….you guessed it, Misiu dropped a dollop of jam from his damn communist bastard donut.

Til next year…

previous Fat Thursday posts can be found here and here.