Babette & Miladus

An early-morning Texas ritual

Five a.m. donuts!  On the way in to Weatherford from the parents' house is this little cottage:

We wanted to see if it really sold donuts at 5 a.m. I had wondered since first seeing it over a year ago.  Dad set the alarm and got me up, we bleared our way to the other side of interstate 20, and at 5:03 pulled up…to a very dark little shack with no lights on.  However, at 5:06 a van pulled up, the lights went on, and then at 5:10 another van delivered the fresh donuts.  We thought that we would be the only ones to haul ourselves out at 5 on a Saturday morning, but by the time the young woman got the door open, two men in hunting fatigues were waiting with us, in a polished white pickups with gun racks,.  A muddy pickup showed up as well, and a motorcycle with an elderly man on it drove up; the man came inside to a hearty welcome (clearly a regular), and ordered a nice, cold jalapeno hotdog for breakfast.  Dad and I made it home by 5:35, after buying a dozen donuts and two dozen donut holes for dessert for Mom's family-wide lunch today.  But I woke Mom up to eat a donut hole first, while they were still fresh.
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