Friends, when I first met D, my boyfriend’s father—who’s now my father in law—the three of us were driving home from a football match. On the way, we stopped for donuts. I ordered a jelly one. So did D.
(As a quick aside, they’re called jam donuts in the U.K. I used to think it was funny, when I first moved to the U.S, that “jelly,” which is “jam” in Britain, could ever describe that thick, fruity stuff. For me, jelly was jello. In some ways, it always will be!)
After our donut-and-football excursion, my boyfriend, now husband, would tell me that D especially appreciated our shared love of jelly donuts! “Not many people choose the jelly ones,” he told my now-hubby. And you know what? I think there’s something bonding about two or more loved ones biting into one of those sugary, greasy balls and seeing ourselves reflected in each other as we do so. Because romance doesn’t have to be about lovers, I’ve learned. It can also be about the simple moments. Greasy fingers, sugary lips, and a big dose of happiness. What’s not romantic about that?
Have you ever bonded with someone special over a donut?
Romancey Pants 