While staying downtown, Jeff & I made sure to hit VooDoo Doughnuts, the Portland doughnut mecca. We went on a Monday morning, so the line was minimal, giving us just enough time to get in a Keep Portland Weird frame of mind. (They've painted the brick facade with sparkles, got to love it.)
Once inside, we opted to pick our own doughnuts. It takes a bit longer, but there were some we had to have -- like the bacon maple bar for Hayden, the Cocoa Puff doughnut for Grace and a buttermilk bar for me. Yes, a plain, old buttermilk. They're not always about the flash, some of their doughnuts are simplistic perfection.
Jeff had never been in the store, only having seen them from the 'good things come in pink boxes' in the breakrooms and conference tables at work. I think he had a hard time limiting it to just 12.
The kids were thrilled when we came home with doughnuts -- and that was after having feasted on the leftovers from the day before's Krispy Kreme trip with Pop Pop!