The cool weather is coming in and as we move towards Mabon (Autumnal
Equinox) it is time to make trips up to the cider mill. I am a city
kid and I am willing to feign love for nature to go out to the country
for cider and donuts. I don a hoodie and strap on some shoes that
will withstand mud, all to wait 20 minutes in line for hot donuts.

One may think that 20 minutes for a donut? Though I’m a fan of
yeast-risen glazed donuts, there’s something so charming about cider
mill donuts. In that queue, one is able to see the automated machine
that spits out donut forms, fries them on one side, flips the donut to
fry on the other side, then sends the donut careening down a slide.

Crisp on the outside (plain, powdered, or cinnamon sugar) warm and
soft on the inside…