Those three words go beautifully together, especially since we’ve turned the season to fall. I only half-facetiously posted on social media that I consider a cider doughnut to be the dietetic and nutritional equivalent of an apple, so this works in a diet. Mind over waist size.
As for these beauties, it was the scent of them frying that first alerted me to their presence as I perused the plants at George’s on a recent weekend morning. I knew immediately what they were, and was powerless to resist. Of course the minimum in a box was ten, but even then it was a battle with Andy over who would get the most. (I think I may have edged him out by one – well, two if we’re doing the real math.)
Such delights are the recompense for fall. Cozy comforts. Heat balms. Solace for sinister weather. When COVID first hit at the end of winter, I began baking a bit more, which took a backseat when summer arrived and the grill beckoned. Now that fall is here, and focus returns to the interior, I’ll warm up the oven again, with breads and cookies and crumbles. I finally managed to find some yeast so risable breads are again on the agenda. The season of comfort food is at hand. (Now let’s get it in my belly.)
