The title is just a teaser. This story is not about donuts, other than the fact that a few days before Hallowen 2011, I was on my way to Indian Ladder Farms, to pick up some tasty, delicious, out of this world, sugar coated cider donuts, to take along to my daughter’s in Alexandria, VA, as a bribe so she’d let us stay there for a few days. It’s really about my brief side trip.
Fast forward almost a year to September 2012, and another trip for those fabulous Indian Ladder Farms donuts, that this time journeyed to Phoenix, AZ and Honolulu, HI, as surprise snacks(presents?) for our daughters living in those cities. And I’m very proud of the fact that ALL of the donuts made it to their destination intact, not in my tummy! Yes, the yummies waited.
This time around, the lady at Indian Ladder was concerned about the goodies making a safe trip without getting stale. Martha Stewart and the Post Office should be proud of me. I stopped and picked out a couple of lock top plastic containers. At home, I transferred the very fresh, I had to wait for them to be cooked, baked, fried, or whatever the process is, donuts into double Ziplock baggies and then put them in the Rubbermaid containers, and then wrapped the containers with 2″ tape, adding a third, actually, a 4th layer of air tightness. The tape also insured the containers wouldn’t pop open en-route. Now, the tasty discs were ready to put in my suitcase to be checked at the airport.
Really wasn’t too worried about the Arizona bound donuts, because they would be there the next day after a couple of thousand miles. Hawaii bound ones, I was a bit worried about. Their 5000 mile journey would be interrupted by a week’s stay in Phoenix. Would they survive the heat? Six baggage handling adventures? Being in the hold of a plane over the Southwest, and Pacific Ocean? Me not desperately breaking into them?
Results: Phoenix ones, no problem. Just like home. Honolulu ones………
Fantastic, too. Daughter popped them in the microwave for a few seconds, and they were farm fresh warm!
Conclusion, both daughters let us stay.
But, as usual, I got sidetracked. What I really wanted to do was post a link to Teri Conroy’s Farmlife Blog for a couple of my nieces. They’d been chatting over on FaceBook about alpaca fibre, and I’m trying to convince them to visit Wansapana Farm and Indian Ladder Farms, when they’re in the area.
The link about what happenened on my way to pick up the 2011 donuts – Freddie ALWAYS Makes Me Smile.
Why this particular post? Because, among the many things I’m thankful for, my wife, family, health, and all the other usual things, a brief visit to Wunsapana Farm always is tranquil, soothing, refreshing – like being teleported to, and recharged in another world for a brief few moments – an intangable with no real explaination – except that Teri is the magical “Keeper”, and her love and caring for her critters just overwhelms everyone who visits the farm. Maybe Teri should have called Wunsapana, The Magic Kingdom, but that would never have portrayed the mystic charm of “Wunsapana……And everyone lived happily ever after.”
So, as Thanksgiving approaches, I’d be remiss if I didn’t say “Thank-you, Teri, for having become a farmer. And sharing your life and the critters with the world. Sure, I might make you smile, but you make everyone of your visitors GLOW on the inside, and leave with a priceless feeling of peace and tranquility. You’ve found and are following your calling in