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Sweet Saturday



At nine am yesterday I was up, dressed, and waiting in line.



If you are wondering what could get me (and my daughter) out of the house first thing on a Saturday the answer is simple: doughnuts.


Blondie’s Doughnuts is a Baltimore-based, Black-owned business that brings freshly-made deliciousness to locations throughout the area by way of an adorable retro-style camper. It’s a Serro Scotty Sportsman, a name that would have mean nothing to me before I started watching Flippin’ RVs on GAC.





I’ve been seeing raves for Blondie’s all over Facebook. Somehow word of her delicious brioche doughnuts even reached my daughter, who travels in completely different social media circles. When I told her there would be a pop-up event in Columbia, starting at nine am on a Saturday morning, she was up and ready to go. We were there at nine on the dot and there was already a line forming.



The line moved at a reasonable pace and the service was pleasant and helpful. The variety of doughnuts, sweet rolls, and sticky buns was impressive. My daughter chose an amazing strawberry shortcake doughnut. I went for maple bacon. We picked out something chocolatey for Dad.



As for a report on the eating experience? Amazing. They do not taste like commercially made baked goods. They taste like they were made by a friend or family member who loves you very, very much. They are very rich but they are not too sweet. My husband and I had to divide ours into two portions. The Kid plowed right through hers but then ate nothing else until dinner.

These are special-occasion doughtnuts. At least, they will be for us. At $26.50 for three doughnuts this isn’t something we can do every day. Let me assure you, though: they were worth every penny.



You can follow Blondie’s on Facebook, and find them on Instagram: blondiesdoughnuts .



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