We just got back from visiting my family for Christmas in my hometown of Newton, Kansas. Now I know what you're thinking, but trust me, while Kansas, and Newton in particular, may not be the tourist hot spot — unless you're visiting Meg at the Craft House — it is a pretty great place to grow up!
One of my favorite things about taking my girls & Nate back home is to introduce them to people and places that were special in my childhood. Druber's Donuts is definitely special.
They open at about 11:30 pm most nights and the there's a line by 11:31. All through the night high school and college students hang out with their friends, play cards and board games, and on occasion, study. Early mornings bring in the senior crowd as they too gather in groups to chat and reminisce. By mid-morning stay-at-home moms have their kids happily munching on donuts while they mingle with their other stay-at-home friends. You rarely can make it in and out without running into someone you know. It's perfect.
One summer, while home from college, I visited Druber's almost every night with a group of friends. We lovingly refer to that summer as The Summer of Donuts — though I don't feel so loving toward the pooch-y stomach I acquired that summer.
In my opinion, the only donut that they need to make is the Peanut Butter Knot. However, when I took my family, they were not aware of this and ordered other things. :) Oh well, they seemed to enjoy their choices.
My best friend, who also partook of The Summer of Donuts, moved to Tennessee around the same time I did. We were going to pass through Memphis, where she lives on our way to Nashville and it had been about 10 years since she had the pleasure of a Druber's donut. So I decided that the only logical thing to do was to take a box of peanut butter knots to her. She did just have a baby a few days ago, after all. Absolute must.
So, on New Year's morning, with a lot of moral support from another friend to keep me from eating them myself. Katie woke up to a box of donuts on her doorstep. It was 2:30 am when we got to her house, and for some reason wouldn't answer my texts. (kidding.)
The morning marked my one-year old niece's first visit to the donut shop. However she's lucky. She lives close and chubby rolls look cute on babies. xoxo Lori Danelle