Climbing to new heights for donuts

I’ve developed a donut thing. It’s not good. I get a flicker of a vision, a nibble of an idea, a passing thought of a past confection that sticks in my head like raspberry jelly sticks to your fingers,  and I need to find a bakery, wherever and whenever. Sometimes it works out perfectly. Like…

Hot cider donuts on a crisp fall day

Donuts, Daughter B declared today, are the most important food. This declaration came after she fitted a cinnamon sugar donut from the Clinton Cider Mill in her mouth while I was driving her to school. I think she might be onto something. The donuts made at the cider mill are sensational. We usually buy eight…