Some call me a foodie. I felt the need to look up the definition of foodie. According to the Urban Dictionary, a foodie is “someone who loves everything there is to know or learn about food or spends a keen amount of attention and energy on knowing the ingredients of food, the proper preparation of food, and finds great enjoyment in top-notch ingredients and exemplary preparation.” What about just eating food? I don’t necessarily care how to make it. And if you know me, you would say I don’t care how to make just about anything.
But whoever has introduced me to Britt’s has started a very bad thing. You just don’t understand until you’ve been there. As you’re walking down the “boardwalk” of Carolina Beach (and if you know CB, you know why I use the term boardwalk loosely) the waft of warm, sugary powder entices you down to the shop. And then all you can can order are donuts, milk, or a soda. For whatever reason, “a half dozen, please” always finds its way out of my mouth.
I’m simply writing this to express why all my tweets are in reference to Britt’s or donuts, why I probably won’t fit into my bathing suit this summer, why I reject your offer to hang out on the weekends unless you agree to go get a donut with me, and why I keep suggesting your photo shoot be at Carolina Beach or Fort Fisher. Please accept my apology.