Like many of you I'm sure when the news of Krispy Kreme releasing Ghostbusters doughnuts for the Halloween season I had what could only be described as a out-of-body experience that left my girlfriend worried that I was having a fit. When I assured her that I didn't taste metal and told her why I had stopped talking mid-sentence she gave me a look that could only be described as a combination of mild amusement and vague judgement. Don't get me wrong, she loves Ghostbusters like any other breathing human, but she has long had to deal with my obsession as it slowly creeps into our apartment and threatens to take-over. She knew right then that what this meant was that there could possibly be two to three dozen Ghostbuster doughnuts hanging around our kitchen for weeks. No one wants that many doughnuts just hanging around, laughing in your face. No one.
But how could I not give in? I'm a Krispy Kreme guy. My family is from the south, where Krispy Kreme glazeds are like a second religion (backwoods moonshine being the true faith). Don't get me wrong, any and every doughnut is good in my eyes. Dunkin' has Munchkins, there's a Doughnut King down the street from me, and one day I plan to make a pilgrimage to Voodoo Doughnut but I have a generational connection to Krispy Kreme. My father loves Krispy Kreme, his father loved Krispy Kreme, and so on and so forth (the tales of my rail thin grandfather having a mean addiction to warm glazed Krispy Kremes straight off the line is the stuff of legends). So anyway, I was psyched. The only problem was that I live in a Dunkin Donut stronghold and I had to trek out of my area to find them. I rose early fearful that there would be a run on the doughnut bank, assuming that everyone was as excited as me for Ghostbusters doughnuts. I pulled into the closest Krispy Kreme only to find that they have chosen today, GB doughnut day, to re-model their lobby. DAMNATION! I then quickly came to the conclusion that I would have to drive even further to be successful. But I was happy enough to do it. This is what Halloween was all about, going out of your way for spooky memories. I was also driving to get doughnuts, how upset could I be. I finally get to the second closest KK and had a moment to ponder if they even had them. What if this was one of those locations where they failed to get the memo or didn't want to participate in the fun. My worries disappeared (like a ghost, ha) when I walked through the door. This is what greeted me.
So it finally came to the big moment. How many would I get. A lot of people were getting a solid dozen Gb doughnuts but I didn't want to do that. Spread it out I say. That and I was right in my earlier fear, there were not a whole lot of them left. The no-ghost logo doughnuts had a whole rack left but the Stay-Puft variety was looking pretty thin. In fact there were only two left. Unfortunately the woman in front of me had the same idea as me and grabbed up the last two. Undeterred, I waited patiently and asked the cashier if they had any of the Stay-Pufts in the back.
"Is that the one with the face?"
A few minutes later I had my cool (ghoul) dozen. I left with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. I was so excited that I took a photo of my treasure in my car while still in the parking lot.
Join me next Thursday for another discussion of eating the Ghostbusters.
Till next time...stay sweet,