My daughter P called me the other day and asked me to guess what she was eating. It's a game my kids play with me from time to time, especially when their mum cooks something that they know I like, like stuffed vine leaves for instance. It's not easy being a foodie sometimes.

I mentioned vine leaves and a couple of other things and all I got was "No, no, no."

"Okay, I give up, what are you eating?"

"Krispy Kreme doughnuts! I drove down with N (brother) and bought a box."

"How are they?"

"They're all right, they're pretty tasty."

For those unaware, Krispy Kreme have recently opened their first store in an outer suburb of Melbourne. On the first day the queue was three hours long. P rang me a couple of days later and asked if I was going there, quite a long drive away and I told her I wasn't. Well the foodie inside got the better of her and she drove there with her brother in tow. About 60 km (37 ml) away. Along a toll road. Waited one hour. Well I suppose it could have been worse, she might have flown to Sydney to visit the airport store prior to the Melbourne franchise opening. But not much worse. And worse was to come.

Yesterday P rang me.

"You'll never guess what happened, when I got home, I went to get my Krispy Kremes that I was saving and there were none left!"

The only consolation is that at least she had some, but I don't think I would want to be one of her brothers right now.