#maple donuts

[psychedelic-charm]

I want those stuffed coffee cups and donuts, so I can drink pumpkin spice all year long!

[izibella]

maple donuts are one of the few sweets i actually enjoy. chocolate is my least favorite sweet tbh.

[sweetoothgirl]

Baked Banana Donuts with Maple Cinnamon Glaze

[daily-deliciousness]

Mulled spiced apple cider doughnuts

[lustingfood]

Baked Maple Glazed Doughnuts (x)

[eat-love-eat]

Homemade Maple Bacon Doughnuts

[scampthecorgi]

Happy National Donut Day from Scamp through the years!

[fullcravings]

Protein Doughnuts

[whitefireprincess]

Deviant Donuts

[swan-orpheus]

Random Lament of the Day: Whheeereeeeeeee and wheeeeeennnn is Andor Season 2 I neeeeeeeed it.

[fattributes]

Baked Maple Glaze Donuts

[heartstringsbloom]

“Gosh, who knew flowers?” McQueen sighs from his spot on the ground. The entrance to Flo’s V8 reflects onto his dreamy gaze. “They smell amazing. They look amazing. Well, not as amazing as you, in either regard.”

Sally chuckles, still peering down at him over her sunglasses. “What are you on about now, kid?”

“Flowers!” He climbs to his feet, shakes his golden curls out and nothing it does for the mess of petals and twigs stuffed in there. Sally shakes her head, thinking about how long they’ll spend just picking it all out. He never seems to care. “And you. Always you. Gosh, Sal, always you—“

“Catch me.” She tilts, all playful like and smirking, into his waiting arms. “Did I just swoon? Did you just make me swoon?”

“Did I?” He leans over her upside down face, noses brushing. “I’ll always catch you.”

She rights herself and boops his nose, pulls a rose petal from his bangs and blows it back into his face. His catches it in his lips.

“First stars, now flowers? Do I need to get Doc?”

Lightning actually seems to consider it, crossing his arms over his Wizard of Oz graphic tee. Something Lizzie had given him after he first moved into town. “Is Doc gonna start interrogating me or whatever?”

“Nah.” She loops their arms as they walk inside, away from the melting sun. Sally had wasted no time in shedding her pantsuit jacket when they first stepped outside as it now hangs on her elbow. Lightning takes it from her. “Just make you move those plants you bugged him about keeping.”

“Ohh.” McQueen’s eyes widen. “Yeah, I was supposed to do that.” He sighs and shrugs, careening them towards an empty booth. “Wellll . . .”

“Hopeless.” Sally lounges across from him and picks at the menu, folding her glasses in her shirt.

“They brighten up the living room!”

“Even as they hang in front of the tv?”

“Yes.” His eyes are wide, insistent. “Tv rots the brain.”

“Doc says you’re the one hogging it most nights.”

“I’m protecting his sharp wit.” He pauses. “Nosy. You are so not allowed to come over anymore.”

Sally snorts, passing him her sunglasses when his fingers twitch. She settles on playing with the menu. “I think that’s up to Doc.”

“As part time co-inhabitant of the Hudson Household,” he presses, pointing the glasses at her, “I get to make the part time co-executive decisions.”

Sally hums. “I could go for a shake.”

He starts. “Um, the shakes are mine, thank you.”

“You can share.” She pretends not to notice his affronted noise. “Don’t be stingy, stickers.”

“All the strawberries in the world are mine.”

“Brat,” she chuckles. “Love you.”

“Love you too, sky-heart.”

His kisses her knuckles as Flo glides over.

“Hey, sweetie-pies!”

McQueen beams. “Hi, Flo.”

“Hi, baby-pop.” She pinches his cheek and returns to her notepad.

“What can I get y’all?”

“Strawberry milkshake,” Sally blurts before Lightning can move. He looks as if he’ll scream.

“You traitor!”

“Aw, I got you, honey!” Flo jots some things down. “You know I have enough strawberries to fill a second fridge. You won’t even worry about it.”

Sally opens her arms and McQueen reluctantly switches sides to sink into them. Their fingers tangle up.

“You deserve all the strawberries.” Sally kisses his crown. “I deserve even more.”

“Oh, ha-ha,” he sighs as Flo moves onto the next table. “Can’t believe you.”

“I’m sorry,” Sally murmurs, not the least bit so. “I’ll give you the cherry on top.”

Carefully he looks up at her, eyes full of something that makes her heart shift. It’s a look they’ve come to share, just between the two of them.

“You’re my cherry on top.”

A smile breaks across her face.

“That’s so cheesy.”

He blows raspberries into her neck and she giggles, swatting at him til their lips meet in the frenzy. They slow then, and his hand cups her face as she lays on his shoulder, and she remembers all over again that this is just wonderful.

Sweet are they.

Flo returns with two milkshakes and a couple of maple donuts for Sally (Lightning prefers sour cream donuts, Sally still wonders how such a thing tastes, and Flo is going to finish that recipe this week, much to Lightning’s delight). McQueen reaches for a shake, eyes the other longingly, then eyes Sally curiously when she doesn’t go for it.

She shakes her head fondly. “They’re yours.”

His eyes widen. “But . . . You said—“

“I was messing with you, stickers.” She smiles at how he sticks his tongue out at her. “You know I don’t like dairy so close to dinner time.”

“I’m gonna be on a massive sugar high, you know.” He sticks a straw in each one, pulls them together and sips both at the same time. Little beast.

“Oh I know. You’re spending the night at Doc’s, remember?”

He snickers. “I’m telling.”

He will, yeah. And Doc’ll drop the sugary speedster at her doorstep at probably 2am or so, wordless in his irritation. Sally expects it by now. As should Doc.

She feels Lightning’s fingers reunite with her own beneath the table. He feeds her a cherry and she kisses his fingertips one by one with her maple-coated lips, eyes in his until he drifts to the setting sun. She squeezes his hand and he squeezes back, twice.

Sweet are they.

[sweetoothgirl]

Baked Maple Glazed Pumpkin Donuts

[daily-deliciousness]

Maple glazed doughnuts