Fun & Famous

Why it’s not a good idea to bring donuts back from the states

Last Wednesday was the first day back at the office after my birthday/Iceland/Chicago adventure (check this and this out) and you can’t show up empty handed.

For some reason I thought it would be the best idea to bring something back from the States. So I went all out when I was at Dunkin’ Donuts and came back with a massive box filled with a million calories for my sweet Amayzine colleagues. And those donuts, I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem to bring them in the plane would it?

‘Once I was in plane with my pink glazed and sprinkled donuts, I carefully placed them in the compartment above my head’

I was a little panicked that they would take them from me at customs since they weren’t sealed, but thank god I was allowed to take them with me. Once I was in plane with my pink glazed and sprinkled donuts, I carefully placed them in the compartment above my head. They had to survive two flights. The trip from Chicago to Iceland (about 6 hours) went fine. The 3 hour flight from Iceland to Amsterdam was dramatic. Some idiot had put his bag on top of my box and when I got home, I was greeted with a box full of an explosion of chocolate-, jam- and pudding. Not okay. Not sexy.

Butttt, in all my enthusiasm I still thought: it’s all about what it tastes like right? Maybe I can convince my colleagues that although the donuts might not be very Instagrammable, they’re still worth eating. And so the donut war zone spent another night in my fridge since the weather felt like at least a hundred degrees when I got home. When I opened the box the following day, I was confronted with a dry, cold, donut graveyard. Moral of the story? Never ever buy donuts for your home front. You wouldn’t even wish this upon your worst nightmare. God damn donuts.

Oh and uh, to make up for it, I brought a white chocolate and brownie cake to the office instead. Donuts what?