Sometimes you will hear someone say a picture is worth a thousand words. And you can promptly tell that person where to stick their picture, because that’s nonsense. I’ll explain why.
How many of you have seen a picture of a delicious donut hole? Or a “Munchkin” as a particular coffee shop, on which America runs (but did not give me permission to use them by name) calls them? Just due to the fact that I have already spelled out “Donut HOLE,” some of you may have already had that same ah-ha moment that I had. Or maybe you already knew, and none of this will make sense, and if that’s the case, go be judgey somewhere else. I hope you choke on your next donut hole.
I, at eight, had only ever heard the word said, and always wondered to myself why on earth they would be called the “whole,” because it is CLEARLY only a little part of one! Yes, I know… SO one day, I was reading a Betty Crocker cookbook that my mother had given me, and I came across a donut recipe. To this day, I still remember it all quite vividly. I was reading about forming a little blob, and then using a small round object to cut out the center. And it said “you can set these aside to make your own donut ‘holes’ too.” I LAUNCHED off of my bed and ran across the upstairs screaming DONUT HOLEEEEEEES… MOM… they are the HOLES!!!
By the time I threw myself down the stairs, brilliantly sticking the landing of course, mom had already decided I’d gone ’round the bend and met me in the dining room asking what on earth was the issue. I (now out of breath… I was a fat bookworm type, so that was most likely the longest distance I’d ever run) explained that I had discovered one of the world’s biggest mysteries ever, and now knew why they were called donut HOLES (NOT wholes…). And just like the supportive, nurturing, homeschool mom/teacher that she was, she said to me “you IDIOT… you just figured that out?” and promptly dissolved into hysterical laughter. Incensed at her reaction but still quite excited about this fact, I frequently ask people “so, do you know why it’s called a donut hole?” and tend to take a bit of a superior tone when I explain it to someone who did not have the chance to read my Betty Crocker cookbook.
This story continues to play a role in our lives, because anytime someone has an “ah-ha” moment that someone else deems more of a “DUH” moment, they will just should “DONUT HOLES…” Ouch.