This past Saturday my galpals and I were full throttle New Englanders when we went apple picking at Honey Pot Hill Orchards. It was the last weekend that this farm would be open for picking, and basically a perfectly crisp and sunny fall day, so it was slight mayhem. So many children. So many squished apples under our feet. And so soo many times we were nearly hit by the hayrides (we apparently couldn’t tell the difference between walking paths and hayride paths).
I live with three other ladies, and we all love ourselves some apples, so we thought “yeah! Let’s get the big bag!” No. In retrospect, that was an overzealous decision on our end. We wound up having to swap who carried the bag every four minutes, with apples falling all over the ground, and eventually putting in the large Ann Taylor Loft shopping bag that we found in the car trunk. That bag is full, and now sitting on our kitchen floor because we have no where else to put it. Apparently I’m gonna have to make a lot more than the one muffin recipe I had planned out for this endeavor (I have this apple bacon brussels sprout guy in mind).
And then donuts happened. Oh my word did donuts happen. Probably the best donuts I’ve ever consumed. Pretty much just perfect in every way… warm, soft of the inside and crispy on the outside, with a cinnamon sugar coating. I shall dream of these donuts and tell stories of their wonderment.