Rice Krispy Treat Donuts

Sometimes when I’m bored, I’ll look up local listings on Zillow.

I live in an upper-middle-class neighborhood that has very affluent neighborhoods sprinkled throughout the city.  And those more affluent neighborhoods tend to have McMansions the size of a small African country.

Occasionally, I’ll walk, hike or bike near these McMansions and stare at them wistfully, wishing I had rich friends or could afford to step foot through the grand double doors of each property, if only just to be creepy and look around.  But I’m pretty sure to even step foot into the gated community, you are forbidden to have a bank balance of -$0.11, which rules me out as a guest.

That’s where Zillow comes in.  I can get my kicks at checking out these homes without actually having to fork over the buttons I keep in my change purse because I long for the clink of actual currency.  So I check out current listings for the mansions selling in my area and I quickly become… disappointed.

You see, my city is a wannabe Orange County, with the wannabe Real Housewives who come with it.  I’m talking Barbie-esque women in their forties driving sparkling Range Rovers who wear blingy jeans that cost more than my junior college tuition.  And you’d think with all this money and these huge, sprawling homes they’d have some sense of style, right?  Maybe hire the local Pottery Barn designer?

Wrong.

Because every house has the tackiest, most disgusting interiors I’ve ever seen.  Not sordid-disgusting, but that what-in-the-world-were-they-thinking disgusting that leaves you kind of hopeful that they’re actually a really nice, really rich blind family which would explain their poor lack of styling choices.

Everything is in that horrid burnt sienna color and either has a terrible Tuscan vibe (if Tuscany was a crappy wannabe OC town with cheap furniture) or an atrocious “faux posh” look, like with unnecessary metal fixtures hanging on the walls (I don’t even) and hideous paintings that even Goodwill would turn away.

Like I seriously don’t understand why these millionaires hang fake grape leaves from the gigantic, for-show pillars in their foyers.  Or why they paint everything in that tacky burnt-sienna color.  Or why every piece of bedroom furniture is that same shade of blah and looks more gaudy than a queen at Drag Queen Bingo.  Why, rich people, why?!?

And while I realize that most of these hideous flaws are merely things that could and will change, like furniture and paint color, it still ruins the entire experience for me.  I were to buy the house, I’d almost feel like it was haunted with terrible taste.  That suddenly I’d see my sleek kitchen as some homely kitchen from the 80s, or my modern mirrored furniture would look like a chunky lumberjack armoire.  It’s just… not okay.

And since those people have terrible taste, they’d probably turn their noses up at the best tasting thing there is: these Rice Krispy Treat Donuts.  Hello, they’re donuts with Rice Krispies on top.  What could be better?!  While at Psycho Donuts a couple weeks ago (I blogged about THESE, too!) I tried their ‘Mellow Submarine’ which was a cake donut topped with RKT components… and I was hooked!  They have such awesome texture and taste like a giant, fluffy Rice Krispy.

You, my friend, can definitely afford to eat these!  🙂

These donuts are sure to become a new family favorite in your home!  No one can resist the gooey sweetness of a Rice Krispy Treat, but slather it on a donut and you’re in heaven!  Each bite is a divine combination of all of those awesome flavors and textures.  The softness of the cake donut.  The crispiness of the cereal.  The sweet stickiness of the marshmallow creme.  It all comes together so harmoniously to create one seriously memorable donut.

 

Have a sweet day!

xo, Hayley