I must take a moment to address the subject of Krispy Kreme donuts.

Here’s what happened today. I had to go to Raleigh (our fine state capital) to do a panel on writing at the Raleigh Charter School. I missed a turn and seconds later found myself driving right up to a Krispy Kreme donut shop. And yes: the hot light was on.

A bit of backround, for the uninitiated. Krispy Kreme is a company based in Winston-Salem, NC, about an hour and a half from my house. When I was growing up, we weren’t that impressed with Krispy Kremes: we preferred Dunkin’ Donuts, which were more cakey. Plus I always associated KK donuts with the boxes of them at the supermarket, plain glazed donuts sort of boring no big whoop.

In the last couple of years Krispy Kreme has expanded to the rest of the country. I have friends in NYC and other places who have called me panting about how good they are. I’m like, God. Big deal. What’s so great about a basic glazed donut?

Well.

I’ll tell you. The big deal is that at the Krispy Kreme store, they serve them HOT. As in, just made. I stood in the shop in Raleigh and watched my three plain glazed come down a little conveyer belt, hot out of the oven, and get covered in sugar right in front of me. Then the woman working behind the counter stuck them in a box, handed them to me, and I went out to my car, where I immediately tried one.

Oh. My. God.

It’s pure sugar. It MELTS in your mouth. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted. It was so good I immediately called my husband, who is home with the flu. He coughed loudly, sniffled, and made that’s-nice-honey noises. (Totally not understanding. Totally.) I brought home the other two, but they’re cold now, so he’ll never get it. Too bad for him.

I’m not even really a donut person. But I consider myself a convert, now. At least when the hot light is on.