Once upon a time, when Opa was a lad (this was a very long time ago), his mommy taught him how to make donuts.
“Jimmy,” said Opa’s mommy, “because you like donuts so much, I’m going to teach you how to make them all by yourself. This way, whenever you’re hungry for donuts, you’ll be able to deep-fry a dozen and eat them. How does that sound?”
Little Opa thought that sounded delightful. From that day on, he did make donuts whenever he wanted them. In fact, Opa made donuts at least once when he was a teenager, and again when he was a young man living all by himself. Sadly, he doesn’t remember ever making donuts for parties, or for his friends, or for his sisters, or for any other person, but Opa does remember that when he lived in Idaho, he would go to Safeway and buy a great, big potato and eat it for his dinner. He probably made himself donuts for dessert.
After many more years had gone by and Opa had married Oma, he made his special donuts for Jessica, David, Amy, and Jennifer. His children only vaguely remember Opa’s special donuts, but that’s okay. This week Oma asked Opa if he could make his delicious, delightful, doughy donuts with his grandchildren for “Letter ‘D’ Day”, and he said yes. He’s a very good Opa.
Before Opa made donuts for Miss Nomi, Miss Em, and Mr. Mo, he first told them about Deborah. Deborah was a leader of God’s people and led the army in a battle to defeat their enemies. Then Deborah wrote a beautiful song of thanks to God.
After his Bible story and before he made donuts, Opa watched as Oma explained all about the letter “D”. Next, the three preschoolers made dogs in the shape of a “D” and held their artwork up for Opa to admire.
Finally, it was time.
Opa led everybody to the kitchen, where he prepared the donut dough. Donuts, as everybody knows, have holes in their middles. Holes are very important for donuts, because without holes you might be deceived into thinking that they were biscuits, which they aren’t. They are donuts.
Now, Opa would always –when he made donuts by himself – roll the hot, greasy delights in a pile of cinnamon and sugar. Opa’s grandchildren, however, preferred to adorn their donuts with pink, purple, or neon green glaze and then sprinkle them liberally with sprinkles, which they did.
Miss Nomi, Miss Em, and Mr. Mo agreed that Opa’s donuts were the most delicious donuts they had tasted in quite a while. This made Opa very, very happy.
Later that evening, after Opa’s team beat the other team in their game, he was happy. Happiness made Opa think of donuts, so he asked Oma if there were any left.
Opa: My team won! I’m gonna go scrounge. Where’s Emmy’s leftover donut?
Oma: I gave it to Amy.
Opa: Oh. Are there no chunks left anywhere?
Oma: Nope. No chunks.
Opa: Maybe we should make some more tonight!
Oma suggested that perhaps Opa could make more donuts another day, since it was too late for cooking, frying, and eating anything, particularly donuts.
