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travel along a conveyor belt behind glass windows is so, so, so satisfying. And then there’s that evil invention on the roadside: the “Hot Light” sign, a beacon of temptation signaling fresh doughnuts are coming out of the oven right now. It calls to me.

When they’re warm, Krispy Kreme doughnuts are out of this world—so fresh, so soft, so delicious. Eating one with my eyes closed is like taking a fiveminute escape into pure, sugary bliss. But let’s be honest here. Doughnuts are not a health food. Indeed, they’re partially responsible for making us Americans, well, let’s just say “rounder.”

I know this, and I still can’t stop eating them. Krispy Kreme doughnuts will always remind me of my childhood and those priceless moments when Mom, my sister, and I would pull over and take some “us time.” Those sweet memories aren’t about the sugar at all, but about the people I shared those experiences with. Those Krispy Kreme runs weren’t just about doughnuts; they were about family and finding joy in the small, simple things in life—together. Isn’t that what life’s all about?

So thanks for the memories, Krispy Kreme!