Once upon a time, in a land far more north than my current location, is a little box, a pit if you will, a whole in the wall that goes by the name of Merritts Country Cafe. This little Cafe is the home of a happy (and very deliciouse) pile of fried dough dipped in powderd sugar named Dutch "yum" Baby. When its alll alone and warm fresh out of the pool of oil it gets crispy in, and out laying in the sun on a plate- it likes a little cool squirt of lemon. This is where i come in. i take little Dutch and shove it in my mouth
and savor and eat and LOVE every second of yummyness that it brings into my life! Its the kind of treat that when you eat your pants tend to fit a little more snug-but you dont care becasue it is incredably worth every sweet, tangy, deliciouse second of it. This was what happened on Saturday. Not having been to Merritts in almost a year i would have kicked myself had i not made a stop in to see my old friend Dutch-Baby. the crooked floor, the cluttered covered walls, the old juke-box and the picture on the bathroom wall (the 
Birds eyes follow me EVERY time... i swear!!) the smell of coffee are all things i loved when i lived in Boise only a few min drive where all my closest friends would gather at a table or 4 and eat greasy-smokey-truck stop food and enjoy eachothers company. The Waitresses knew us by name and "the regular" that we always would get. Good Times, Good friends, Good food, Tight pants, DUTCH BABIES OF BLISS-nothing more required.
( i told you, fried dough..powderd sugar...lemons...and a gob of honey butter= happyness and tight pants)
(And making them at home just isnt the same.)
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