





I hope you all enjoyed my last poll on your favourite doughnut. Here are the results:
2 votes glazed
2 votes jelly
1 vote cream filled
2 votes other
My vote was for glazed. When I was a kid my favourite doughnut was the long john (the rectangular one with a chocolate glaze on top). I don't think there is a doughnut that I don't like. People in the States rave about Krispy Kreme doughnuts and a few years ago Boise got it's first one and it happens to be just down the street from us. They are good, especially when they just come off the line. They are still warm and melt in your mouth. Yum! However, Tim Hortons doughnuts are better. They have more substance to them. You feel satisfied after just one (OK, maybe two!), but the Krispy Kreme ones are just fluff. You have to eat several of them to feel like you've eaten something. All those extra calories! UGH! And I love the Timbits (doughnut holes for my non-Canadian readers).
Here are some fun Doughnut facts for you.
- No one knows for sure who really invented the doughnut, but a certain sea captain's mother placed a large nut in the center of the dough where it would not cook (hence dough nut), but the son took credit for the hole in the middle. He was eventually burnt at the stake for being a witch. (Talk about Karma!)
- The first doughnut machine was invented in 1920 in New York by a Russian refugee.
- Canadians are the largest consumers of doughnuts in the world.
Please read my "Sick of Going Green" post to understand this week's poll.













Check out my sweet ride. They say you never forget how to ride a bike and it's a good thing too because it's been seven years since I last rode my bike. For my birthday Will got it tuned up and with my birthday money I bought myself a basket, bell, helmet and lock. Will also got a bike trailer so that we could tow Kyla and Liam. It was so nice to go out as a family for a bike ride. We rode around the cemetary that is at the end of our street and fed the ducks in the pond and went to see the five caribou that are kept up near the funeral home. I felt so free on my bike, with the breeze flowing through my hair and the smell of the blossoms in the trees. Then there was the burning sensation in my upper thighs from lack of use. My muscles cried out, "Stop! I hurt!", but my spirit cried out,"More! More!' I've gone on several more bike rides since that first time. I had forgotten how much fun it is. I even rode it down to the fabric store the other day. Sure it took me longer to get ready and to ride there and back than if I had driven, but the benefits to my body and the environment far outweighed any hassle.