... so do I. Every once in awhile we come across really, really good things. Sometimes it could be food that is so scrumptious it sticks in our heads and dominates our thoughts. Here is one such item. It looks like an ordinary doughnut, but it isn't. Handmade daily from a yeasty dough made from scratch, deep fried golden brown at 6,000 feet with a crispy exterior and coated in the glaze I dream about. Vaguely maplely, perhaps with some Molasses and thick. If the place that made them wasn't 40 miles away I'd have them every single day. It is said that people land Lear Jets on a narrow gravel runway to get these doughnuts, I can hardly blame them. Don't even get me started on their pies!
