This, my friends, is the Apple Fritter Stand.
It's only open a few months out of the year, and when I drove by the other day and saw that bright pink sign I squeeled (yes, like a pig) in delight.
Saturday the hubs and I stopped by for apple fritters and fresh hot apple cider on our way to Greenwich. Even though the hubs says there are no actual apples in the said fritters, the delicious fried dough, more than makes up for it.
The leaves are starting to change and my favorite pumpkin spice ice cream is now available at J Fosters (the ice cream parlor located conveniently down the street).
Fall is here and I am loving it, even if the waistline on my pants is not.
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