I can trace my doughnut addiction to grade school in the 1970’s. My first memories of a glazed doughnut date back to some weekend nights back then when my single mom would get home late from her job at a Hialeah, Florida doughnut shop. It was just me and my sister at home. Sometimes the noise in the kitchen woke me up, other times (usually on the weekends) mom would wake me up to have some doughnuts that she brought home from work.
Either way, late night doughnut pig outs were fairly common place at Casa Blanco during that time. It’s where I learned to love them, and I have ever since.
To this day, I have no trouble sharing that it is hard for me to walk by a what I know is going to be a great doughnut. Every time.
All of that said, I’ve been keeping an eye on the construction going on with the upcoming doughnut shop in Okatie. It’s called Parlor Doughnuts, a national chain that is coming to the Lowcountry…