Cider Doughnut Heartbreak

Demerits for DeMerritt Hill Farm.

While I was in a Board of Auctioneers meeting today, Kirk and Matt went out for cider doughnuts - supposedly it's a New England tradition, sort of like visiting the maple syrup shack in the spring. I, a NH native and lifelong resident of New England, had never heard of a cider doughnut until Kirk told me about them. Me, a country girl whose childhood memories include roosters crowing at 5 am and hams hanging in the backyard smokehouse. I hear about cider doughnuts from a guy from New Jersey. In case you haven't figured it out, the ultimate New Englander insult is to be mistaken for, or accuse someone of being from New Jersey. Or New York.

Even though Kirk's experience today sucked, don't give up! I want to try them before the snow flies.

If you're on a cider doughnut safari, try Chowhound for a cider mill near you. That is, if you're in New England. Supposedly New York has some....