Dear Toto

Last week, brainstorming for refreshments to serve the Christian fellowship at school, I came up what I thought was the simplest idea: the default meeting snacks of Box o' Joe and Munchkins (this post is brought to you by Dunkin' Donuts).  It's what everyone gets for a meeting when you don't want to put any thought into the food, right?

Turns out, outside of New England, coffee and Munchkins requires a lot of thought.  First, we had to find a DD.  There were none close to the school or by Natalie's neighborhood.  It fell on Aubrey to pick them up by car.  

And then there was the matter of the Munchkins.  It had to be explained to people.  (Am I not living in America?  On the east coast?!)  Natalie introduced the product (erroneously) as "small doughnuts," anticipating that the term would cause confusion.  I felt like an American abroad for the 4th of July, explaining my culture to the local population.  

At least no one called the doughnut holes Timbits.  I draw the line at Timbits.