Every town has that one food that all the locals swear they do the best. Where I grew up it was doughnuts at the local convenience store. I haven’t been home in years and I still crave their maple bars. No, I didn’t write this to inform you of my pastry desires. I am retelling this to share with you an experience I hope to never forget. So, this is mainly for me actually.
I moved away from home for college three years ago and the holiday season was coming quick. I was ready for a break of dull classes and dorm rooms. To help fill the void I was scrolling through Instagram and saw a post with the aforementioned maple bar in the hands of an old friend Jennifer. Both looked super tantalizing. I hit like and DMed her.
“Hey! You made it back home. Now tell me the truth. Was getting doughnuts your first stop?”
That was the fifth draft of an opening message. I was in the same circle as Jennifer in high school but honestly, she kind of intimidated me with her confidence in a place where it seemed like every teen was scared shitless of themselves.