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| - A mobile donut vendor. Dangerous sounding, I know. Imagine for moment, a nice bike ride through the neighbourhood with your significant other - the sheer feeling of satisfaction and pride, knowing that you have just completed a challenging workout. The calories are burned, the cleansing breath of fresh air wipes away all traces of your previous week of decadence and guilty pleasures. You feel confident, healthy and proud that you are strong and fit.
Then you see it - the bright white truck with the brilliant "Jelly Modern" sign, calling on you like an old roommate from the past that you no longer have anything to do with because of all the trouble you got into in the past. You slowly approach, and with every step closer, a bit more of your will power is gently stripped away until you are at the order window. Without words, your primal instinct guides your hand as you point to the hand-filled S'mores donut.
You lift the magnificent fluffy confection to your mouth and pause to admire the chocolate ganache. In the center, the crowning jewel - a housemade marshmallow finished with graham cracker crumbs and gently torched to sweet perfection. You already know what it will taste like before you take the first bite, but you've already given in... it's sublime. Your sticky fingers tell the tale of your fall from grace, but you know what? It's okay. It's our little secret...
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