Others may find more exotic places to dine in Destin, Florida, but the Donut Hole is my special treat. The coffee’s not bad and the donuts are fantastic. This one’s a Sour Cream, perhaps my favorite. I have this bargain with myself: If I walk the (approximately) two miles to the Donut Hole, I eat a donut without a single guilt pang. I savor it as slowly as possible and then dream about tomorrow morning!
Actually, I have been walking all over this funny little town on Florida’s western panhandle this week. I’m visiting with my parents for a few days, and the weather has been…well, better than last year, when it was actually below freezing for most of a miserable month. For the past few days it has been sunny and crisp, about 60 degrees: perfect walking weather.
YUM
Not exactly a Weight Watchers recommendation, I know.
Aaaah Destin how i miss her………the sugar white sand. I grew up not far from Destin in a little town called DeFuniak Springs. Actually i grew up other places but got to spend the summers with my grandparents who lived in DeFuniak. I must feel the sand between my toes again soon! Have fun!
Thanks, Deb! I just looked at your blog and really enjoyed seeing your art!