Before this sign even beckoned, I knew I was flicking my turn signal on at Orondo Cider Works and crawling off Hwy 97.
It’s the cake donuts, people.
I need them.
The whole dozen. In a little white sack.
I even realized today, I needed the ice cream. The chocolate strawberry kind.
The kind made to order, one tiny batch at a time with this machine.
The kind that seems downright justifiable for lunch when it’s 96 degrees in the shade.
Maybe not justifiable.
So anyway. Through those doors. Donuts and ice cream.
And outside those doors…happiness in a sack.
Until next time…