When a group of knitters gets together on a regular basis to knit and chat, you begin to learn things about each other. Last night we learned that the ever pleasant, talented and easy going Marge has a serious vice. Kim confessed to sharing this vice, though she seems to be on the edge, while Marge has clearly lept.
So, anyway, during our lively knitting discussion, Marge shares enthusiastically about how she likes to go to Krumpe's and indulge in what she considers to be something just this side of heaven. Kim joins in, as do others, sharing descriptions of these tender morsels that one acquires by driving down a dark alley late at night and standing in line with others partaking in this seemingly sacred ritual.
The virgins in the group became curious and somewhere between talk of what we were going to put into the Ag Fair, the latest on charity knitting projects, and speculation about Anna Nicole Smith's demise, we formed a pact: we would follow Marge to Krumpe's after Social Knitting.
As often is the case, everyone was reluctant to leave, which may have had something to do with how cold it was outside but is probably more related to what a good time we have together. A few small purchases were made, Abigail got some more attention, yakking continued...finally, I clapped my hands loudly at 9:30 and announced that I had a mission to fulfill.
Lights out and doors locked, Marge and Sue got in a car and headed down the road. Kathy and I got into Kim's car and we drove the short distance to Krumpe's. At Krumpe's Donuts, donuts are for sale Sun - Fri from 7 pm to 2 am. This family business is housed in a building (converted garage?) behind a home in a residential neighborhood that appears quite safe and sane. I fully expected to be the only ones nutty enough to be out in the cold at 9:30 at night seeking a holy donut experience.
We managed to find a parking space and squeezed into Krumpe's, lining up behind the others at the counter. Those ahead of me did not appear to be novices. Orders were placed and filled, currency exchanged and customers quickly exited the small service area. (A few minutes later, after my first donut hole, I realized why everyone left so quickly--to get outside and have a few silent moments while savoring that still warm, amazingly fresh and delicious pastry.)
This is a serious digression from knitting, but I believe it says much about the connections that happen between knitters. I have certainly turned many onto the fiber arts and contributed to more than my share of fiber junkie habits. Last night it was my turn for corruption and introduction to another vice. Thanks, Marge and Kim!
So, anyway, during our lively knitting discussion, Marge shares enthusiastically about how she likes to go to Krumpe's and indulge in what she considers to be something just this side of heaven. Kim joins in, as do others, sharing descriptions of these tender morsels that one acquires by driving down a dark alley late at night and standing in line with others partaking in this seemingly sacred ritual.
The virgins in the group became curious and somewhere between talk of what we were going to put into the Ag Fair, the latest on charity knitting projects, and speculation about Anna Nicole Smith's demise, we formed a pact: we would follow Marge to Krumpe's after Social Knitting.
As often is the case, everyone was reluctant to leave, which may have had something to do with how cold it was outside but is probably more related to what a good time we have together. A few small purchases were made, Abigail got some more attention, yakking continued...finally, I clapped my hands loudly at 9:30 and announced that I had a mission to fulfill.
Lights out and doors locked, Marge and Sue got in a car and headed down the road. Kathy and I got into Kim's car and we drove the short distance to Krumpe's. At Krumpe's Donuts, donuts are for sale Sun - Fri from 7 pm to 2 am. This family business is housed in a building (converted garage?) behind a home in a residential neighborhood that appears quite safe and sane. I fully expected to be the only ones nutty enough to be out in the cold at 9:30 at night seeking a holy donut experience.
We managed to find a parking space and squeezed into Krumpe's, lining up behind the others at the counter. Those ahead of me did not appear to be novices. Orders were placed and filled, currency exchanged and customers quickly exited the small service area. (A few minutes later, after my first donut hole, I realized why everyone left so quickly--to get outside and have a few silent moments while savoring that still warm, amazingly fresh and delicious pastry.)
This is a serious digression from knitting, but I believe it says much about the connections that happen between knitters. I have certainly turned many onto the fiber arts and contributed to more than my share of fiber junkie habits. Last night it was my turn for corruption and introduction to another vice. Thanks, Marge and Kim!
I'm always happy to share my addiction. Great post.
ReplyDeleteYum! Too bad I'm up your way only during the day on weekends. Krumpe's sounds like a wonderful vice!
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