In case you’ve ever wondered, a pick-up truck load of apples produces an impressive amount of cider. …
While waiting genteelly for brunch may not be my forte, I have definitely made friends with this much-beloved meal: when a brunch date presents itself, I eat my bowl of cereal as usual upon waking, and then, by the time brunch rolls around, I’m eagerly anticipating dessert….
The wind howled outside our little cottage. We could hear the fir trees creaking and crackling dangerously. Fortunately, we had plans that would get us out of the house on this first official Sunday of fall — plans that dovetailed perfectly with the suddenly blustery weather. We grabbed our bowl of rising doughnut dough and headed cautiously through the swaying trees to our car. When we reached the place where the narrow paved road usually begins, Eliza said, “If you didn’t know the road was here, you wouldn’t know to look both ways before crossing.” She was right; orange fir needles completely covered the pavement.
We headed to our friends’ house, where somehow or other, we had left our deep fryer. Maybe it’s because we have a tiny kitchen with no room for more appliances, or maybe we’re just generous people who believe our friends need fried food in their lives more than we do, or maybe, just maybe, we wanted a good excuse to have more frequent meals at their house. On this particular morning, I had offered to make doughnuts, which prompted my friend Sharalyn to invite a group of friends over for breakfast….