My usual ritual when I am in Ottawa, Canada for the holidays is to pick up 6 timbits from Tim Hortons to share with Clint after our morning workout at GoodLife Fitness everyday. I know, it somewhat defeats the purpose of working out, but there is much nostalgia in the act of heading off to Tim Horton’s and sinking my teeth into a little Dutchie or sour cream glazed timbit. Mmm…I am salivating right now just thinking about it.
Both Clint and I claim that Tim Horton’s makes the best donuts. I think a lot of this has to do with early childhood imprinting and association with poignant moments in our lives. For example, late night studying for a college exam and needing a boost of caffeine and sugar to carry you through…answer: Tim Horton’s. It was the warm, friendly place that would always be open late at night. Or, on a road trip making a pit stop along the highway. Tired and hungry, one predictable element was a Tim Horton’s donut.
Okay, enough day dreaming. What was unusual about this past trip was that we never stopped into Tim Horton’s until the very last day of our trip at Ottawa International Airport. All of a sudden both Clint and I were hit with donut cravings and as we left customs and descended the escalator, we were very happy to see the familiar little Tim Horton’s oasis at the bottom beside the departure gates. Selection was limited and I didn’t get my sour cream glazed timbits. Instead we settled for just 6 Dutchie timbits and a coffee. Yum!
