I write today to let you in on what was, let's be honest with each other here (I feel like we're comfortable enough with each other for that), a truly transformative experience. I walked into my friendly neighborhood Timmy's this morning and was confronted with a doughy confectionary beast the likes of which these fine eyes have never seen, and are unlikely to see again: the Dirt with Worms doughnut.
Part glazed doughnut, part chocolate-based orgasm, part earthworm, part grade school art project, this is a truly inspired baking achievement, undoubtedly the magnum opus of whomever conceived of it. Frankly, this writer is of the opinion that they should just retire, because it's all downhill from here. The first bite introduces the consumer's mouth to a world of doughnut, crumbled Oreo, and chocolate frosting, a combination of taste as old as sugar comas themselves.
But the real treat comes with the first taste of gummy worm. Artfully laid in such a manner as to suggest emerging from the doughnut hole (which, along with the rest of the doughnut, is colored brown with cookie bits, making it look like the actual ground, like where earthworms actually live, which I find clever, despite having the subtlety of a sledgehammer - but I digress), this miracle of breakfast pastry is matched in taste only by artistic tastefulness. The extra dimension provided by these worms truly pushes this creation over the edge.
This writer has tasted a world of doughnuts, from Tims to Dunkin to Tims and back to Dunkin, but he has never found one quite as unique, quite as varied, quite as, well, magical as Dirt with Worms. Despite its effectively punching my ticket on the Heart Disease Express, this is a one of a kind experience that could not be recommended highly enough. read more