Apple cider donuts, gritty with granulated sugar, crisp outside, soft and warm on the inside.
It’s Uncommon Grace’s fault.
Aha. I knew it.
Can you believe we’ve been in California for two years now?
(Almost. This date two years ago was the day the kids and I reached Phoenix, thirteen days after we left Virginia in a minivan stuffed to the gills—mostly with children—and picked up Scott at the Phoenix airport for the last short leg of the trip to our new home. The next day, October 18th, was the day we rolled into San Diego to begin our new life.)
Phoenix ahead. Carter Mountain apple cider donuts behind us.
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