Downsizing

Saturday morning I stopped by my local Dunkin Donuts before heading out to have lunch with Santa and my family. Needing a large coffee, I opted to get a doughnut and blueberry muffin.  Neither of which I needed, but I was starving.

While driving in the car, I noticed how significantly smaller the Boston Creme doughnut seemed to be compared to what I remembered.  Not that it had been that long since I last indulged, but for whatever reason the difference was noticeable.  Maybe it was because I was so hungry.  In any event, I enjoyed the tasty treat and continued on my drive.

Later that night, while enjoying a family tradition of watching National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation with Chevy Chase, my sister Laura sat down with a treat of her own: a Klondike Bar!  Her immediate reaction was to note to the rest of the family the reduction in size of the bar.  Turns out, I wasn’t crazy!  I quickly shared my earlier Dunkin Donut story.

If I would have shared the story without Laura, I would have appeared crazy and far fetched.  In fact without her story, I would have probably never even brought mine up.  It’s for the best, I don’t need the, “full size,” anyway.  Yet again, food is what brings our family together.

Not that funny but a true story.