(this post is particularly aimed at my Seattle readers)
Yes, this morning I too, read the newest research announcing the unbelievable the link between eating processed food and depression.
And I quote,
"Researchers at University College London found that people with a diet heavy in processed food had a 58 percent higher risk of depression."
This is especially timely news for me and every other Seattlite who recently discovered (well, it might just be me) the our beloved Wallingford Winchell's Donuts has closed. (sigh)
This news certainly has added to my depression. Quick someone pass me some Prozac, no make that a xanax...I feel a panic attack coming on.
Where the hell am I going to get my donuts now?
This is a serious loss for all us serious cake donut eaters...not everyone loves or even likes Krispy Kreme.
Every month, for the last 18 months, the only thing that made my life bearable was just knowing that every time I went in to see my Lyme doctor, we would stop off at Winchell's to pick up a dozen of the most delicious donuts.
And then last month...we pulled into the tiny parking lot next to the permanent roach coach and my heart skipped a beat when I noticed the 'Closed' sign in the window.
Is it for real?
It's 11:47 am?
Was there a death in the family?
Maybe this is the one week out of the year he goes for a week vacation in Tahiti?
Seriously, I was grasping at straws.
I kept going through all the possible scenarios till we got home.
And then I called...hoping there would be a reassuring recorded message telling all his loyal customers he had swine flu, but would be back to baking my rainbow sprinkled cake donuts just as soon as he was able...I was holding my breath till I heard that fucking annoying beep, beep, beep and that recorded apology telling me the number had been disconnected.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Now the nearest Winchell's is a mere 901.18 miles away in Salinas, California.
What's the point to living if you can't enjoy a good cake donut?
Any suggestions, people?
I already have to drive approximately 29 miles for Popeye's chicken.
What is this world coming to if you can no longer get your fried comfort food?
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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5 monkeys left witty comments:
Have you tried Top Pot? Surely you have. Not as greasy (unfortunately), but they do make one helluva cake donut.
Still, they have a location on the edge of Wallingford.
Oh the humanity!!!!
(We are trying Top Pot on Thursday...)
Um, does the other location do mail-order? Or, maybe you could visit, stock up and freeze them when you get home, carefully rationing out your stores. (Seriously, it works with the Mackinac Island Fudge I buy at the fair every year!) Man, that just ain't right. I feel your pain, Girlfriend.
After outliving my smarties addiction, the loss of my beloved Winchell's has been hard to take.
I know it might seem insignificant but when there's no chance of eating a decent deep fried donut anytime soon...(sigh) it's hard to swallow.
I'm currently in the midst of a Mugs Root Beer Float addicition...at least one a day. Before you know it Mugs Root Beer will declare bankruptcy. It's bound to happen, now that I can't live without it.
Same thing happened to my favorite Loreal facial cleanser...pulled off the market!
Jay,
Thanks for the suggestion. We definitely will be giving it a try.
Mr. GWTMG,
I don't appreciate your sarcasm.
MP,
I knew you'd understand my pain.
Thanks.
30 miles just to get something to eat???!!!
I'm actually surprised that someone would drive that far to go get fried chicken.
But anyways, I understand that it can be extremely frustrating when one of your favorite places in the world to eat closes down, so I'm really sorry for your lose.
I've never heard of Top pot or Winchell's.
Maybe you could try donkin dounuts?
Or maybe you could get a restraining order on the guy who trapped monkey girl?
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