Into the Strenuous Briefness

Since student teaching, Saturday mornings have been my personal sanctuary. I listen to podcasts or read news while cooking and eating a nice hot breakfast and espresso. I generally clean a little and mentally recover from a week with no personal time.

In Pittsburgh, Saturday mornings were for the farmers’ market. There was a small year round market very near my lovely little apartment. I would normally get up around 7:30, without an alarm, and amble out to get my groceries for the week. I’d get fresh eggs and veggies and meat from local farms and locally roasted coffee. Typically, on my way out, I would pick up a fresh cinnamon sugar donut from the bakery stall. Then I’d go home, clean and put away the produce, and make myself coffee, bacon, eggs, and toast with stuff I had just bought. After breakfast, while perusing news, I’d enjoy my cinnamon sugar donut, which was about a billion times more delicious than a donut from Dunkin Donuts and reminded me of cider mill donuts.

I wish that i could still spend my Saturday mornings at that market. I wish I had one of those donuts right now. Or a cider mill donut. Why aren’t cider mill donuts a thing outside of Michigan?