TODAY’S SPECIALS

Recently, I sustained a mild paragliding injury after an ill-advised attempt to ride a seagull off Nauset Light. Don’t worry—I’m fine! My bank account, however, wasn’t quite as lucky. (Turns out, medical insurance doesn’t cover donut-related adventures. Rude.) With my glaze a little cracked and my funds running low, I caught wind of a job opening at Hole In One’s sister restaurant, The Fairway Restaurant and thought—why not? I’m a donut that makes donuts. I can do anything… right? Spoiler: Wrong. Rolling Into the Shift I rolled (literally) out of bed, into a cup of coffee (what a rush!), and caught the bus to Eastham (they still won’t let me drive). Fueled by confidence and caffeine, I arrived feeling ready to crush my shift. But the moment I walked through the door, it hit me: nerves. And then reality. The team at The Fairway? They move fast. I don’t even have legs. The servers? Carry trays piled with food. I have no upper body strength. The menu? Extensive and delicious. My brain? 90% sugar puns. Not ideal. Table 3 Trouble

Raindrops, confectionery, or your favorite frosted friend? How about all three?! Hey, it's Sprinkles! 🍩👋 I've officially hijacked the blog this month. Someone handed me the baton (technically, it was a jelly stick donut), and I'm rolling with it! Spring...