This weekend was the perfect mix of family, friends and me time. The type of days that cause the Sunday night blues to linger a little longer and make you question why Mondays have to exist.
Growing up, we used to make our way down (up? I’m bad at directions) to the Louisburg Cider Mill to pick out pumpkins and celebrate the start of a new season. It’s been years since my last visit and I was determined to make my way back (see here).
As soon as I stepped foot into the warm, cramped country mart, the whiff of goodness reminded me what I loved the most. Three words: apple cider donuts. Make that four words. Warm apple cider donuts. Donuts so fresh that when you pull them out of the white paper bag, they’re a little misshapen because they haven’t had time to set up just yet. They were even better than I remembered and just thinking about them has me second guessing why I got a half dozen instead of the full shebang.
We milled (sorry, no pun intended) around a bit and picked up some homemade peanut butter fudge and apple butter before heading back toward Kansas City for a delicious meal and some more catching up. I was bummed that we didn’t have time to hay rack ride out to the pumpkin patch, but with it being Cider Fest, the crowds were a lot heavier than they would be on a normal day. And don’t you worry Shanley and Dianna, this girl is most definitely down for another round at the mill.
I might get in trouble for this, but I just can’t resist. How stinking cute is this picture of Pete and my Grandma?! She was holding onto his arm on the way back to the car and I think my heart nearly burst.Have you been to the Louisburg Cider Mill, or something similar where you live?
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