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Storm Lake's Small Town Bakeries: Perfect for Fall
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Storm Lake's Small Town Bakeries: Perfect for Fall

I’d done the math ahead of time. I had it all figured out. On the four-mile round-trip walk between King’s Pointe Waterpark Resort and The Storm Lake Bakery, I would burn 450 calories. The six donut holes I would consume promptly upon my arrival at the bakery contained 312 calories. I love to start my day with a calorie deficit!

So my husband and I left our hotel on the shores of lovely Storm Lake, Iowa, and started our morning trek to the bakery. It’s a walk we’d taken before and one we try to enjoy every time we’re able to get to northwest Iowa where I can pawn the kids off on my parents, who live nearby, and enjoy a morning alone with the hubs.

There’s just something special about small town bakeries. I love how the products are fresh, not flashy. These are back-to-basics, honest-to-goodness carbohydrates; the best kind.

I remember going to The Storm Lake Bakery (formerly Pages Bakery) when I was a young girl growing up in this neck of the woods. It was a special treat for my mom to take us here to enjoy a teddy bear-shaped chocolate cookie with white sugar sprinkles. But fortunately for my siblings and me – and unfortunately for my own DNA – my mother has a sweet tooth and resigned herself to our pleadings more often than she’d probably like.

Two miles later we arrived at the bakery and surveyed our options. Not that it mattered: I always get six donut holes and James indulges in two apple fritters. The customers around us exercise their rights to gooey caramel rolls, gigantic cinnamon rolls or cream-filled long johns. I’m not swayed. I want the donut holes. I’d done the math on the donut holes. I MUST HAVE the donut holes!

The woman behind the quaint glass counter put our goodies in two white paper bags and wished us a nice day. My donut holes were gone by the time I reached the end of the block. And I’d mercilessly licked my fingers clean of the residual frosting.

No worries, though. I had a two-mile walk back to the hotel ahead of me. Those calories didn’t stand a chance!

 

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