As we were headed home from Montauk a sign caught my interest and imagination. Hot fresh cider donuts! it called like a siren. Unfortunately we were inside miles of traffic and the desire to be home outweighed my belly's passions.
Daily there after, I thought of those donuts. How good they would be, all cakey, sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar–it seemed it would stay a dream until a got off my lazy butt and went about finding some myself. Well, luck stepped in and I didn't have to lift a finger, the donuts came to me. A co-worker who lives upstate was kind enough to bring in a plate of fresh cider donuts from an orchard, I must have done something right for the stars to align in my favor so perfectly. They were every bit as wonderful as they were in my dreams. Thank goodness for good coworkers.