I’ve been whining about apple cider donuts since our failed attempt at apple picking last month, so this morning we planned to get up early and head out for a breakfast date and to get said donuts. I’m happy to report that unlike our trip to Carter Mountain, it was a success.
Urban Farmhouse is actually just around the corner from my office but I rarely visit since it’s not the cheapest option around. It’s not expensive but you know, it’s also no Jimmy Johns, and a turkey tom will forever win my heart over any other lunch item (with cheese, cut in half, if we’re talking specifics).
Michael and I each got coffee & a donut, and split a bacon & egg & cheese sandwich. The sandwich was delicious and splitting the sandwich and not sharing donuts made for the perfect portion breakfast.
proof that my awkwardness means i’ll never be fit for professional blogging. right: the “i’m about to eat my donut but they just called my name to come get my sandwich” face
It was the quintessential fall day, 40 degrees outside and all, and we would’ve walked around more, but Kroger and Thanksgiving shopping were calling our name. God, I love fall.