#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.
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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