#tbt: Pedal power for Marsh Donuts

As a kid growing up in Muncie, Indiana, freedom came on two wheels:  my bike.  It was a beauty:  a royal blue Schwinn, with no top tube so you knew it was a girl's bike, and 3, count 'em, 3 speeds!



That sweet ride took me all around the place.  And a special pilgrimage was the ride to the Marsh grocery store.  Why?  Two reasons:

1)  Marsh. Glazed. Donuts.




2) Star Hits Magazine!



Every month the new release was out, and my ritual began.  2 donuts - check.  One new magazine with my favorite British stars on the cover (this was the mid-eighties, after all).  I would carefully ride home with my bags of treasure.  Up to my room, and with a glass of ice cold milk, I sat in my beanbag chair and savored every page of that beautiful, glossy magazine while carefully enjoying some seriously delicious treats.

Every time I have a glazed donut I wish I had a Star Hits.

Also, every time I have a powdered donut I feel like I am sunburned and at the beach, but that's a donut post for another day.

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