Donuts and Other Proclamations of Love
A sweet romantic story about donuts, food trucks, family, and first loves.

It's easy to look at high school senior Oscar Olsson and think: lost. He hates school, struggles to read, and wants nothing to do with college. But Oscar is anything but lost---he knows exactly what he wants and exactly how to get it. Oscar and Farfar, the Swedish grandfather who's raised him, run a food truck together selling rullekebab and munkar, and Oscar wants to finish school so he can focus on the food truck full-time.

It's easy to look at Mary Louise (Lou for short) Messinger and think: driven. AP everything, valedictorian in her sights, and Ivy league college aspirations.

When Lou hijacks Oscar's carefully crafted schedule of independent studies and blocks of time in the Culinary Lab, Oscar is roped into helping Lou complete her over-ambitious, resume-building service project-reducing food waste in Central Adams High School. While Lou stands to gain her Girl Scout Gold Award, Oscar will be faced with a mountain of uneaten school apples and countless hours with a girl he can't stand.

With the finish line in sight, a relationship he never expected, and festival season about to begin (for good), the unthinkable happens, and Oscar's future is anything but certain.
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Donuts and Other Proclamations of Love
A sweet romantic story about donuts, food trucks, family, and first loves.

It's easy to look at high school senior Oscar Olsson and think: lost. He hates school, struggles to read, and wants nothing to do with college. But Oscar is anything but lost---he knows exactly what he wants and exactly how to get it. Oscar and Farfar, the Swedish grandfather who's raised him, run a food truck together selling rullekebab and munkar, and Oscar wants to finish school so he can focus on the food truck full-time.

It's easy to look at Mary Louise (Lou for short) Messinger and think: driven. AP everything, valedictorian in her sights, and Ivy league college aspirations.

When Lou hijacks Oscar's carefully crafted schedule of independent studies and blocks of time in the Culinary Lab, Oscar is roped into helping Lou complete her over-ambitious, resume-building service project-reducing food waste in Central Adams High School. While Lou stands to gain her Girl Scout Gold Award, Oscar will be faced with a mountain of uneaten school apples and countless hours with a girl he can't stand.

With the finish line in sight, a relationship he never expected, and festival season about to begin (for good), the unthinkable happens, and Oscar's future is anything but certain.
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Donuts and Other Proclamations of Love

Donuts and Other Proclamations of Love

by Jared Reck

Narrated by Kirby Heyborne

Unabridged — 9 hours, 5 minutes

Donuts and Other Proclamations of Love

Donuts and Other Proclamations of Love

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Overview

A sweet romantic story about donuts, food trucks, family, and first loves.

It's easy to look at high school senior Oscar Olsson and think: lost. He hates school, struggles to read, and wants nothing to do with college. But Oscar is anything but lost---he knows exactly what he wants and exactly how to get it. Oscar and Farfar, the Swedish grandfather who's raised him, run a food truck together selling rullekebab and munkar, and Oscar wants to finish school so he can focus on the food truck full-time.

It's easy to look at Mary Louise (Lou for short) Messinger and think: driven. AP everything, valedictorian in her sights, and Ivy league college aspirations.

When Lou hijacks Oscar's carefully crafted schedule of independent studies and blocks of time in the Culinary Lab, Oscar is roped into helping Lou complete her over-ambitious, resume-building service project-reducing food waste in Central Adams High School. While Lou stands to gain her Girl Scout Gold Award, Oscar will be faced with a mountain of uneaten school apples and countless hours with a girl he can't stand.

With the finish line in sight, a relationship he never expected, and festival season about to begin (for good), the unthinkable happens, and Oscar's future is anything but certain.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

Delightful, with deep, delicious layers and a savory-sweet ending. I gobbled it up.” —Wendelin Van Draanen, award-winning author of Flipped and The Running Dream

“This book is a literal warm hug for your soul. Reck’s storytelling is an immersive sensory experience and his characters burrow into your heart. Not only will this book make you hungry, it will fill you with joy and leave you wishing to revisit Hej Hej, Oscar and his Farfar time and again.” —Erin Hahn, author of You’d Be Mine and More Than Maybe

"A big-hearted look at the way food, love, and family are inextricably linked. This book is a bittersweet tale of following your passion, finding deep connections in unlikely places, and learning you can do more than you even imagined. It is as warm and satisfying as a donut straight from the fryer!" —Peter Bognanni, author of Things I'm Seeing Without You

"It's been a long time since a book's final sentence filled my heart to bursting, but this one did it. Disarmingly poignant and full of warmth, Donuts and Other Proclamations of Love is a compelling story of found family, delicious food, and all the ways we carry our ever-evolving dreams with us." —Nina Moreno, author of Don't Date Rosa Santos
 
"Likable, well-rounded characters keep readers turning pages.” —Kirkus Reviews

School Library Journal

07/01/2021

Gr 9 Up—High school senior Oscar Olsson is ready for school to be over. A budding chef, he loves working with his Swedish grandfather, Farfar, in their food truck that features Swedish delicacies. A future working with his grandfather is all that Oscar can see on the horizon. When a teacher suggests that he spend half the day working in the school's culinary lab as an assistant, Oscar seizes the opportunity. Everything is great until Lou Messinger shows up with a project that involves Oscar cooking foods made from untouched apples from the cafeteria. Oscar doesn't like Lou. She's smart, college-bound, and never does anything academically wrong, which is in sharp contrast to him. However, Oscar finds himself enjoying her company, and after Farfar invites Lou to work at the food truck, their relationship begins to develop. This novel is more than a love story. The cast of characters surrounding Oscar and Lou are richly diverse in terms of race and sexual orientation and there are detailed descriptions of cooking and baking that will make readers hungry. Social justice issues, such as hunger, drug addiction, and white supremacy are threaded seamlessly into the plot. The short chapters gradually reveal the backstory of the main characters and the story builds with some suspense and ends on a satisfying note. Lou's ethnicity isn't specified. VERDICT A lovely story that many will enjoy. Libraries that purchased Reck's A Short History of the Girl Next Door, will want to consider adding this to their collections.—Anne Jung-Mathews, Plymouth State Univ., NH

Kirkus Reviews

2021-04-08
Oscar learns that life is a lot more complicated than frying donuts thanks to an unlikely romance, confronting the past, and dealing with heartache.

Desperate to be done with school in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, Oscar is a determined senior with plans to one day operate the family’s Swedish food truck business and maybe even open his own cafe. When presented with an unusual opportunity to use his culinary skills to help prevent cafeteria food waste, he forms an unlikely friendship with academic all-star Lou. Though he resists at first, she becomes an integral part of Oscar’s life both in school and on the truck. The main characters are complex and well drawn, especially the wise and irresistible Farfar, Oscar’s Swedish paternal grandfather. Swedish-born Oscar has lived with Farfar since the age of 4, arriving in America after his father died; his mother had already left the family by then. Reck handles a grandfather-grandson conversation about condoms and consent with a deft hand, although the book contains mainly just PG–rated kissing scenes. He also addresses contemporary social justice activism, substance abuse, and Farfar’s coming-out story. Told in Oscar’s first-person voice, the plot drags a little, but a romance resolved and a moving show of support from friends-turned-family compensate. The inclusion of Swedish cultural elements is refreshing and adds interest. Most of the cast is presumed White.

Likable, well-rounded characters keep readers turning pages. (Fiction. 14-17)

Product Details

BN ID: 2940177165516
Publisher: Penguin Random House
Publication date: 06/08/2021
Edition description: Unabridged
Age Range: 10 - 13 Years

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Chapter One

Goat Cheese Poutine: The Promised Land

I still smelled like a deep fryer when I rolled out of bed at 6:00 a.m. that first Saturday in September.

We’d been up late the night before, the last Friday Food Trucks of the season at Springettsbury Park, and we’d been slammed—the line snaking from our window to the other side of the gravel parking lot for a good hour, the deep fryer spitting out droplets of oil like angry hornets every time I dropped in another batch of munkar. Swedish for donuts.

I’d already been in school nearly two weeks by that point, it already sucked, and now, with Saturday’s festival in downtown York the last big one we’d do for the year, I was looking at the endless slog of just school through the fall, winter, and spring.

Senior year. A hundred and seventy-­two more days.

“Ready, Gubben?” Farfar called from the kitchen, where he’d just finished packing up the last cooler from the emergency cook-­fest the night before. Barely five hours before, really.

“Ready.”

Two travel mugs of thick, dark coffee waited for me on the island counter—mine turned light by a healthy pour of heavy cream and sugar, Farfar’s the color of roofing tar.

We thought we’d prepped enough earlier in the week to handle back-­to-­back events, but we didn’t plan on the Pee-­Wee football scrimmage, overlapping with the free concert for that Eagles cover band, wiping out our entire stock of munkar dough. We were lucky we didn’t blow a fuse that night, trying to reload for the festival in the morning.

“Did you get all those extra kebab sauces I packed last night?” I asked, taking a first, cautious sip from my coffee.

“Already took the cooler down to the truck.”

“You shouldn’t be lugging coolers down the stairs, Farfar. Seriously. I told you I’d get them.”

“Eh.” He waved me off. “You spent so much time dolling yourself up in the bathroom, I had no choice.”

I held my arms out, stared down at my ratty clothes. Even after multiple washes, all my Hej Hej! shirts smelled a little like a deep fryer.

Not unpleasantly so, but still.

Farfar hefted another cooler into my arms, which nearly pulled me to the floor.

“There you go, Gubben. You can carry this one down. Spare an old man his aching back.”

Gubben (rhymes with Reuben) is actually Swedish for “old man,” but kind of like you’d call a little kid big guy. It’s what Farfar’s called me since I moved to Gettysburg with him—to this country with him—when I was four.

Koopa laced between Farfar’s legs, meowing and purring aggressively for attention, like she knew we’d be out for the entire day. Whenever Koopa saw the coolers, her separation anxiety kicked in.

On cue, Farfar scooped her up in his arms.

“Min lilla bebis sötnos, ja. Lilla kattkatt.”

His gray ponytail swung over her gray face while he prattled on in his ridiculous Swedish baby talk, Koopa yowling and batting at the end of his hair.

“That’s enough,” I said, straining with the handles of the cooler, loaded down with dough and backup fruit filling. “It’s getting uncomfortable.”

“Aww, Gubben, there is enough love to go around.” The two of them snuggled up close to my face, Farfar babbling Swedish baby talk to both of us now, Koopa purring like an outboard motor, burrowing her gray face into mine.

“That’s nice. Thank you,” I said, blowing cat hair from my lip.

Farfar gave Koopa one last nuzzle with his short-­trimmed beard before setting her on the floor, Koopa twisting and yowling incessantly between Farfar’s feet, begging us (him) to stay.

“Okay. Come on, Gubben—to the truck!”

We drove, like always, with the windows down, Farfar’s NPR station cranked, my arm resting out the window, barely conscious for the forty-­five-­minute ride into downtown York.

This was our third year at the What the Food Trucks Festival, my favorite of our circuit. Short drive, great turnout, cool vendors, live music, York College girls still clinging to summer. Everything. And with our weekly trips to Springettsbury just a few minutes away, we got more customers who knew us, which I loved. It made me think about opening a café someday, maybe, to go with the truck—somewhere regulars stop in, know where they’re going to sit, what they’re going to order. I wondered if Farfar had that—or, I guess, if Amir had that—back in Åland. If that was how they met, where they fell in love.

We had our same spot for the third year in a row, right in the middle of everything. People walking to the park from nearby lots had to come right by us. And I loved hearing passersby sounding out our name—Hedge hedge? Oh, hi hi! Nice! Is that Swedish?—followed by some variation of Is it a meatball truck? or Do they sell fish? Isn’t that what people eat in Sweden? And followed again by audible confusion blending into palpable intrigue over our menu—Rullekebab and munkar? Is that, like, gyros and donuts? Hmm

We must have sold thousands of donuts that weekend.

And yet Farfar still wanted me going to school all day senior year. What a waste.

We got to work as soon as he parked the truck and got us all hooked up, Farfar firing up the spit and prepping vegetables at his station, me rolling out the first batch of dough at mine. I could cut two dozen out of an entire batch, thirty to forty munkhål rolled from the pieces left between the circles, all set on trays to rise again before hitting the deep fryer closer to go time.

I knocked out four batches—I figured around a hundred was good to get us started—before making sure all the day’s fillings were ready to go, waiting in giant piping bags in the mini-­fridge.

This was always one of my favorite times, the quiet work early in the day, before any customers showed up. The focus on a job you know you’re good at, and—in a few hours—knowing everyone else is going to know it, too. The truck is always warm, but not the sweltering box it becomes later in the day, when the sun beats down on us, and the deep fryers are cranked, and the spit reflects heat from Farfar’s kebab station, a meat-­scented space heater. (Gross or delicious, you decide.)

“I’m going to take a lap,” I said, toweling off my hands when all my prep work was done.

“Be good, Gubben,” Farfar replied, like always, without looking up from the pyramid of cucumbers he was dicing for the day, his wire-­rimmed glasses resting on top of his head.

“Two-­beer limit. Got it.”

A piece of cucumber bounced off the back of my head as I crawled out through the passenger seat up front.

That morning, I took my lap with a focus.

All three years, Windswept Café’s retrofitted bread truck had been in the same spot, like ours, theirs near the far-­end corner of the park. So beelining for their truck let me get a good look at some of the other offerings: Tot to Trot, Uncle Tommy’s Stuffed Pretzels, Three Hogs. Intriguing options, sure, but not what I was really looking for:

Goat cheese poutine.

Fresh-­cut fries. Thick, rich beef gravy. Some other secret goodies splashed in. And creamy, tangy goat cheese.

Jösses, the stuff was life-­changing.

Carl and Cathy, the husband-­and-­wife owners I’d cyberstalked, were bickering back and forth inside the truck when I stepped up to their window, both already frantic and sweating with less than an hour before the official start time, Carl with a Phillies hat turned backward and a one-­week scruff-­beard, Cathy with light-­brown frizz in braided pigtails beneath a yellow bandana. Just like in their pics from other events.

I scanned their menu board before deciding whether or not to interrupt them. And sure enough, there it was, at the bottom of the board, listed as an event special with the note While goats and gravy last!!!

“Hey, what can I do for you, boss?” Carl said over his shoulder after I knocked on the frame of their open window. “We don’t open for a little while yet.”

“I know,” I replied. “I just wanted to thank you for bringing the poutine back today. I’ve been thinking about that stuff for two years.” Here I was, fanboying over gravy-­cheese fries to complete strangers. But it needed to be said.

“Wait, are you the guy that’s been badgering us on Insta­gram?” Cathy said, sidling up to the window. I couldn’t tell if her smile was genuine or not—I’d been pretty relentless in my pursuit of goat cheese poutine.

“Yeah,” I said, forcing a laugh. “Sorry about that. It really is the greatest stuff I’ve ever had at a festival, though. Like, ever.”

Carl turned around then, too, stepping closer to the window beside Cathy.

“Hej hej?” he said, wiping his brow on his arm and squinting at my shirt.

“That’s our truck,” I said, pointing vaguely back through the park.

“Wait, are you Erik’s grandson?”

I nodded, and Carl’s face lit up. Cathy leaned into his shoulder, beaming at me now, too. For real this time. All traces of bickering vanished.

They gushed for the next ten minutes, how they’d met Farfar as college students years ago at Gettysburg, where they both got addicted to his rullekebab, and used to stand around chatting with him, sometimes skipping an afternoon class in the process.

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