Apple Cider Doughnuts
It wasn’t that long ago that it began. Really. It was maybe three or four years ago. A chilly October day, and I was shopping in the local grocery store — not one of the big chains, but rather the mom-and-pop where we buy most of our provisions — and there on the end cap were a few boxes of something called Apple Cider Doughnuts. I’d never heard of such a thing and stood there for a bit, fighting temptation. Then up the aisle came my good neighbor Maggie. “Look at this,” I said to her. She’d not heard of them either. I continued, “It says there are six in the box. I’ll buy them, but you have to take three of them.” And hence Maggie took one for the team. It turned out that we all were unimpressed. And we thought that was that. But the very next autumn, I came across Apple Cider Doughnuts at the orchard and decided that maybe the orchard knew something that Entenmann’s did not. I bought a half dozen and once again, Maggie helped us out, and once again no one could understand the...
