ignorance is bliss
i got up from the kitchen table and opened the cupboards looking for something sweet. nothing much but cans of stuff from the old place that noone ever used but i that i couldn’t bear to throw away. or bother to take to a shelter or something. there was a can of mushrooms, a couple of tins of sardines (one with the label long gone), chicken broth, stewed tomotoes, a bag of farro and a bag of israeli couscous, a can of whole berry cranberries and an unopened plastic container of spring roll skin that i took over to the trashcan and tossed in. sounds like fun making spring rolls but i doubt i will get to it. this new kitchen is nice but small and i can’t have fantastical foodstuffs taking up space.anyway, the cupboard was void of sugary snacks as i knew it would be. same with the fridge but i opened it just to look inside and there in the back tucked behind the tupperware containers of edamame and sweet potato, next to the bag of carrots was a very crumpled up dunkin’ donuts bag. i pulled it out and with some effort was able to open it up. i was, however, unable to extract the boston creme donut from the bottom of the bag without leaving all the icing behind. as i was scraping the bottom of the bag to get the chocolate icing back onto the donut it occurred to me that i didn’t recall going to the dunkin’ donuts. it was on my shelf in the fridge so it must be mine. and dunkin’ donuts is just a block from my new place. and i do recall parking the car down there. it’s a thursday spot. but i’ll be damned if i can remember going in and getting the donuts (i’m assuming there were two. why would i buy one and just bring it home and not eat it?). i ate my donut and i thought about it for awhile trying to retrace my steps. but then i just forgot about it.
