Oh, my. It’s autumn in New England, and that can only mean one thing:
Little cider doughnuts at the local apple orchard. Piping hot right out of the cooker. The aroma floats out of the sales barn into the rain-misty parking area. Mmmmmmm…
WARM FRAGRANT LITTLE CIDER DOUGHNUTS – YUM
I ate the first one in line for the cash register. Ate the second one on the short drive home. Now the third one, still warm, is about to be devoured along with a cup of Constant Comment tea.
Still got three more of the half-dozen in the bag, ready to pop in the microwave and reheat.
So… what’s your guilty gustatory pleasure?