Auntie Anne's

Coming back from a mission trip to Nicaragua, some of my youth group students were musing what foods they'd first delight in upon returning to America.
"I know - Auntie Anne's!"  Because they're always in airports or malls or anywhere with a large concourse.
And thus commenced mutual drooling and agreement to dash to the stand during our layover.  Excitement mounted, orders were formulated, and those buttery dough twists - with cinnamon sugar or jalapeo or garlic - became more desired than, say, the return to air conditioning or real beds or running water.

And then our airport section didn't have an Auntie Anne's.  But this mall does.  Get one (the majority wanted plain with hot salsa cheese or sweet mustard) for my students.