On Saturday, we visited a Greek Festival at a church in Washington, DC. It was great fun—lots of food, dancing, a market place, and delicious pastries.
We brought baklava, diples, kourambiedes, and kataifi home, thinking we would freeze some. We wound up freezing very few.
Before we arrived home, we stopped by a Krispy Kreme doughnut shop. My husband said he could sense that the orange neon announcing that hot doughnuts were ready.
We bought these:
I threw the empty box away on Sunday, and we’ve been in a sugar induced coma ever since.
What more can I say, except that I took an extra long walk today?