




I ordered scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon and rye toast. It was scruptious. My Sissy hit the jackpot when she ordered the fried green tomatos. They are hard to find made with batter and not corn meal. It was a nostalgic trip for my Sissy. At one point, years ago, she was crowned Queen of the Do-nut Dinette. You may wonder what that entails. For starters she ate a meal there every day and she was given a sash and a septer. As people came in or out she would tap them on the head with her septer and bestowed "Do-Nut Blessings" upon them. I am sure they were all thankful. For a while there was picture of her all dressed up as the Queen that hung on the wall. I kind of thought that I might be treated as a celebrity walking in there with her but her reign is long over and, although people were very nice to us, the paparazzi were no where to be seen.
4 comments:
Dang, now I'm hungry.
I was actually "Miss Do-Nut Dinette", but I like the sound of "Queen of..". Donut Blessings To You.
Sissy
How did I make that mistake? Now you would be MS Do-Nut Dinette. (haha) We will leave the Queen title to more deserving folks...if you know what I mean.
ha ha 'nuf said.
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