Here honestly is the thought process behind buying this doughnut.
We were at the supermarket, and the Doc said, as he always does, "Let's get Doughnuts!". Usually I say no, and we move on. This time he looked at me with a mad gleam in his eye and said slightly louder "I am getting a doughnut!" and then he ran to the cabinet full of sugary joy.
The Doc carefully selected two doughnuts, and put them in a bag which had been left on the side. The reason the bag had been left on the side was there was no bottom to it, so Doc C's doughnuts shot out and on to the floor.
Once I'd recovered from laughing, and totally failed to prevent the Doc from picking up the doughnuts from the floor and putting them in a different bag, I noticed the glazed, chocolate frosted with sprinkles doughnuts. And thought "One of those would be a great subject to photograph.", so I bought one.
I waited until 3.30 this afternoon, when we get the best sunlight in the flat, and I set up a photo shoot. I took 34 photos of this piece of pastry, and 16 of those were after I'd taken a bite out of it to provide texture.
Do you see the lengths which I'll go to for you, oh beloved readers of Alien Spouse, solely to provide you with visual stimulation every day?
I'm sure some of you will be saying "Jen, you are 32. If you want a doughnut, eat a doughnut, but don't pretend you're doing it for us." or if you are my mother, her exact words were "Jennifer! You don't need that. Take photos, then stamp on it and throw it away!"
I hate to tell you this Mum, but it was very tasty with a nice hot mug of PG tips.