CVS, Sinfully Sugary Donuts and a Salad

My parents are visiting this week. I love this. Having them here. I miss them. A lot. I live on the west coast and they are far away in the east. Or they will say that I am far away since I was the one who moved out to sunny California. Which is not so sunny these days. A bit of sun and then clouds again. A strange May. An El Nino May with the clouds but without the rain. We need rain.

So my parents are here. Specifically because my middle daughter - rather my oldest daughter who is my middle child - is in a show in LA and they have come out to see her. It's called Dry Land and is fantastic. Deep. Moving. Emotional. Funny. The LA Times Critics Choice and - with a plethora of additionally amazing reviews - a play not to miss. Here is the website. Come see this show! 

But I digress.

My parents are here. They got in late last night and today was supposed to be a hangout, let's do nothing and just be together kind of day. A trip to the dog park to play with my brilliant not-so-much-a-puppy-in- size-but-still-a-puppy Doberman. Maybe a nice lunch out. A nap was definitely part of the plan. But alas, this was not to be.

We spent the morning at CVS. Two CVS's to be exact. Because the first one did not have the stuff that my father needed - a prescription that he forgot to bring with him and so needed to get refilled. Something for his eyes. Not a big deal but still important enough that we had to go get it. 

And so off we went. After a much quicker dog park play date this morning, me, my mom and my dad toodled our way to the one CVS that I knew about only to find that though they had one of the things that my dad needed they did not have both. But the other CVS did. And they would get it all arranged - they meaning the pharmacy at the first CVS - and all we needed to do was wait, and wait and wait and wait and wait, until they contacted us that it was done: that the doctor back east would be called, that the insurance would be notified and that the items would be processed and ready for pickup. 

And so to pass the time while all this was being done we ate donuts. 

Really bad donuts that were so good. Probably made with 100% artificial ingredients and then an extra bit of lard and sugar to ensure that heart attacks were in our future. These were serious donuts. I had a maple one. I love maple. It's sweeter than chocolate and coats my insides and I can bring up the memory of the taste for days afterwards. There was once this incredible maple oat scone at Starbucks. Years ago. When I worked there - did I ever talk about that...that I was a barista at Starbucks..I will one of these days. This maple oat scone was so delicious. I would order two some days even though it had like 45,000 calories and sat in my stomach for three days. And when I worked there, and we got to take home stuff at the end of the night, all those yummy leftovers that were no longer salable, well those maple oat scones were MINE. They stopped making them when they went all healthy - they being Starbucks, healthy being a relative term - and the saturated fat content came out as being bad. Very bad.

So. Maple. I had a maple donut thing. More like a cruller. I think. It was round but it had ridges and crannies and nooks. Like an english muffin but better. So the maple could settle into the ridges. And to be completely honest here, I had two. TWO!. And an awful cup of coffee with extra cream. I love cheap, shitty coffee. Which makes sense in some odd way what with my Starbucks days and all.

So we ate donuts. My maple ones, my dad's chocolate thing that I could not name and then a donut that surprised us both when he took a bite and we discovered the inside was pink. Strawberry! So perhaps a bit healthier because it had fruit. And my mom had a pastry thing with raisins and bites of our cardiac arrest treats. And then back to the CVS we went before heading home. For lunch.

​Of course it would be salad.