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Published: November 11th 2008
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Neighbors
Josh on the left and his pal, Jamie. If you ever find yourself wandering the countless intersections, laced throughout the streets of Comayagua, and you happen to stumble upon a corner pastry shop simply named "Coffee and Cakes," do yourself a favor and step inside. You will be pleasantly surprised. For just beyond eye shot of the countless cookies, cakes, tarts, parfaits, puddings, souffles, pies, and other pastries you will find yesterdays stale doughnuts. Chances are crusty croissants don't wet your appetite, assuming your ears aren't twice the length of your head, that is.
What I mean is, rabbits love donuts. Especially those of the chocolate frosted variety. When you stop to think about it, it makes sense. The Cadbury bunny eats chocolate eggs, right? So why wouldn't these cuddly conies accompany their Caesar salads with a few surgery fried fritters?
It is hard to believe, I know. However, after observing this phenomenon with my own eyes, it only seems proper. Rabbits and donuts are not unlike jeans and sport coats in the 1980's. By that I mean, two separate object that serve completely different purposes, but when brought together render a pleasing image. I like to think that these rabbits warrant a bit more longevity than
Que Basura?
Typical Comayagua garbage can. any 80's craze, but you never know. Will these dough obsessed Bunnies be just another pet rock? Fads seem to pass so quickly in this boldly changing new era. Only time will tell. One thing is for sure, once the U.S. finds out about our Honduran sweet toothed oryctolagus cuniculus its only a matter of time before Mattel puts their stamp on it.
But... I'm getting ahead of myself. I can't forget that every great trend has the awe striking moment of discovery. For me this came as a result of a craving. It's not hard to believe that I was drawn towards an establishment named Coffee and Cakes. Sweets generate the same effect on me than that of large suits on David Byrne. We were just made for each other. So, like a zombie, I shuffled into the store. After covering their glass cases with the thickest slough of drool possible I bought a cookie and a cup of coffee.
Wandering through the shop didn't take long, as it was only a space of about forty square feet. I saw that the shop had, as most Honduran homes have, a small courtyard inside the building. The courtyard,
Skinny
Tall skinny tree just around the corner. open to the air, was filled with every type of Fisher Price playhouse from 1985 up until they were bought out by Mattel in 1993. Each of the colorful homes gave a certain cartoon quality to the thick grass surrounding each plastic foundation. Although the scene was absent of any ankle biters or rug rats, the chaotic spread of brightly colored dump trucks, sand shovels and tiny slides echoed the courtyard with the joyful shrieks of children. Each miniature home had it's quintessential cartoon red shutters. Each had been indecently assaulted with only the most loving form of innocent abuse provided by young children. Yet, more than anything, each playhouse maintained a whimsical consistency of bright Latino friendly colors.
There were also picnic tables, but they were featureless in the most sinister and ho-hum of ways.
Yet it was behind those terribly ordinary, ho-hum picnic tables that I found three pleasantly tubby rabbits polishing off what seemed to be a donut, but there is no way that's a donut, rabbits don't eat donuts, but wait... that is a donut. "Those rabbits are eating donuts!" I exclaimed.
I can confidently state that this was the first time in
Tangles
Back lit barbed wire in the late afternoon. my life that I have uttered those words. I can only hope that it wont be the last.
When you see something like that , bunnies eating donuts that it, it changes your life. I mean, the donuts were on top of their lettuce. I will never look at a salad the same way. Heck, I'll never look at a rabbit the same way. Just think of how this world would be different if more rabbits ate donuts. No longer would Bugs be talking with his mouth full of carrots, but instead he would be casually dipping his sugar glazed into a cup of Tim Horton's coffee. Roger rabbit, rather than writing a poem, would be buying a dozen assorted for his sweetheart, Jessica. Perhaps we might even discover the real reason for which Peter rabbit ventured to Mr. McGregor's bakery, for now we know that the vegetable garden was just a suppression of truth.
Wake up, America. Rabbits eat donuts. There is no hiding it. The secret is out. Call NPR, Carl Castle should have something to say about this. Someone tell Barak Obama, this ought to clear up the recession in no time. Send a few
Albatros
Nuf said. over to the troops, they could use a good laugh.
We all could use a good laugh right about now, so I consider it my duty to capture this 9th wonder in some sort of still image so that others can enjoy it. Until then, God bless and please drive safely.
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Eric Chaffee
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Dwat dat wabbit !!
Maybe General Motors needs to notice this market. ~eric.