“We’re on our way  to pick up the apple fritter I won,” I told Chooch when he called to wish me a happy mother’s day.

“Wait—-you’re what now?” he asked in confusion.

I rarely enter contests, but when I saw this post on Instagram, something made me comment.

I felt certain that the first one was cookies and cream, but someone had already commented with that. I considered the others. I thought the yellow one was probably lemon, but I feel like that’s also one of their regular flavors, so I homed in the second one up there.

Blueberry felt too simple. So, I guessed blueberry lavender. I mean, it’s one of my favorite flavor pairings so it’s usually always in the back of my mind!

Then I forgot all about this contest and moved on with my life.

Until a week or so later when I was tagged in Mochi’s Donuts’ story:

I was STUPID excited over this because it’s such a random thing, yet it gave me such pleasure ESPECIALLY when Mochi’s Donuts messaged me and said I was the only one who guessed that flavor EXACTLY and they were impressed! I guess it’s the savant in me. Guessing donut glazes from pictures of swatches alone.

My claim to fame!

Anyway, this place doesn’t have a storefront. They have a kitchen in Ambridge and then you can either order online for pick-up, or you can go to one of the cafes they supply on a rotating basis. Since we had to drive out to Ambridge to pick up the one lone fritter, I decided to also order a 1/2 dozen of the May flavors too. Pick-up was supposed to start at 10AM but someone name NICK texted me (and all of the other people who had orders, I imagine) to say that they were running late and if we could get there close to 11 instead. I said that was fine, even though I was banking on that damn fritter to be my breakfast!

HEAVY PANTING.

We got there around 11:15AM and that was apparently still too early because some man, presumably NICK, came out of a back door and looked FRAZZLED. Like, if he were drawn instead of a cell of a Sunday Funny, he’d have had a bunch of scribbles coming out of his head. And his eyeballs would probably be red with spiraled pupils.

He handed me my apple fritter and I said, “Thanks! I have a donut order, as well” AND THIS SENT HIM INTO A BRAND NEW TIZZY. “OK let me check on something,” he mumbled, wiping sweat from his brow and disappearing behind the door. Now a woman dressed like A REAL LIFE DONUT BAKER came out and said, “What was the name on your order?” so now I’m panicking a little, trying to pull up my receipt to show her while NICK was frantically calling out to a newly-arrived car that their order wasn’t ready yet BECAUSE HE STILL HAD TO SUGAR THEM.

I showed the lady my order receipt and she was like, “OK BRB” and Henry was frowning at me from the car. Like, HOW DO YOU FUCK UP A SIMPLE DONUT ORDER, ERIN.

OMG I KNOW I’M SUCH AN IRRESPONSIBLE CHILD I CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT. (Two days after my fucking Four Chord ticket fuckarow which BTW FUNNY UPDATE ON THAT: a day later, a local record store posted on Instagram that they are selling $100 tickets, fee-free, if you pay cash at the shop. ARE. YOU. FUCKING. KIDDING. ME. A day after tickets go on sale they decide to announce this sweet ass deal after I paid for 3.5 people to go to this damn thing in comparison. COOL! COOL COOL COOL GO FUCK YOURSELF COOL.)

Anyway, it turns out they were confused because they knew me as t he APPLE FRITTER WINNER aka ERIN APPLEDALE FROM INSTAGRAM while my donut order was under my legal name ERIN KELLY. Oh, how we laughed. (I did, they didn’t. They were clearly slammed and not handling the pressure well.)

Henry’s frown grew deeper once I came back to the car and explained what happened. This isn’t the first time Appledale has caused confusion! I once won tickets to a concert at Mr. Smalls and they tried saying I wasn’t on the list even after handing over my ID until, as a Hail Mary, I said, “Wait—is it by chance under Erin Appledale?”

That time, there really was a jovial round of laughter from all involved. (Except for Henry, as per usual.)

My fritter and the donut that won it for me!

We drove down the street to Economy Park (our first time there without Chooch, sniff) to go for a little walk while taste-testing the goods.

I gotta day — that apple fritter was pretty freaking divine! The donuts were good too, but a lot smaller than I anticipated and not the best mochi donuts I’ve had (we had pretty good ones in Philly recently!) so while I wouldn’t go out of my way to get those again, I would DEFINITELY seek out that fritter. I saw that there’s going to be a wild berry version at some local breakfast place on Friday and I’m kind of like, “Is this important enough to me to ask Henry to leave work and go snag one or 3?”

Also, while we were at the park, I pointed to a hillside and said, “I have a memory of Chooch and me running up that hill (lol) once when he was younger,” and Henry goes, “Yeah, because you were trying to hide from me. The grass was higher then.” COME ON HENRY YOU KNOW YOU MISS OUR SHENANIGANS.

Well, this was part 1 of Mother’s Day. Cook on, mothercheffers!

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