I faced the Doughnut.

Now that my drama queen tantrum is calming down, I am slowly regaining my taste for food.

My mom brought home a dozen Dunkin Donuts last night.

I opened the box and swear I smelled heaven.

I closed the box and said I would have some if I finish my dinner.
Had dinner. Could not eat anymore, so I did not have any of the donuts.

Three hours later, I had half an iced donut and actually put the other half back into the box. It was wonderful and more than enough.

Wow, is that what normal people do with food? Not shove it down your throat as though it were your last meal?

What a concept.