7. Bavarianator

7. Bavarianator

We always have that one food, or thing, that through the years, we’d get tired of it. We would either stop eating the fish’s eyes; we would get over their Lion King collection; or we’d get bored on watching Tellie Tubbies. As for me, well, mine was a different story as I was forced to stop eating my favorite food. But mind you, no one was involved to my sudden prevention of eating this dessert.

During my childhood days, I have this sweet addiction towards donuts – Bavarian, specifically. I remember that I would always tell my mother to buy a box of it for me once she get home. True to her words, she did.  I ate it right away and store the other donuts for later.

Because that happened on a Friday, we frequently go to our grandmother’s house during the weekend and it’ll take us one hour and thirty minutes (without traffic) to reach her house. From Paranaque city to Quezon City. Let’s spare the details. We stayed there for another day because of the inclement weather and we arrived home on Monday night.

As a kid, I was surely exhausted because of play time and the ride home so I went straight back to bed. The next day, I woke up unusually early and I was hungry. I went out of the room and saw that no one was still awake so I scavenged for something to eat.

I saw the box of donuts sitting in the corner of the oven so without a thought, I grabbed it and took a munch out of it. It started of as something hard then the weird tastes kicked in. It was thick on my tongue and couldn’t take it off fast enough because it felt like I swallowed a bottle of glue. At the time when I took the bread out, my whole tongue was covered with spoiled Bavarian.

After that day, that event, I was haunted by it that I could still feel the spoiled donut lingering against my taste buds.  Whenever my mother would bring home donuts, I would always cringe at the sight of it, sometimes gag. If I see my siblings eating it, I just can’t stand the sight of it, and they think it’s a laughing matter.