When I was younger, I would eat those pre-packaged "dunking sticks" and powdered "donettes" from the school vending machine. I would visit my grandparents in L.A. and they'd bring us hot Krispy Kreme doughnuts, which melted in your mouth. My Dad would bring home French crullers from Dunkin Donuts. I love a good doughnut, or even a bad one... but now I'm ruined for them.
I ate Ellie's Old-Fashioned Doughnuts at the Franklin Farmers Market. I can never eat a regular, processed "donut" again. These old-fashioned, fantastic creations are as good as the small-town apple fritters we would have in Indiana. They are delightfully cake-y without being cake. The flavors are delectable but not overwhelmingly sweet or artificial like big chains.
Dan and I were at the Farmers Market, and the Ellie's truck always has a line. In the summer, you literally have to wait forever in the heat to get one. For me, the Winter Market (though smaller) is more enjoyable because of the smaller crowds. It also means I get to visit the food trucks and not have to wait!
I chose to take home a half-dozen, two each of that day's flavors. They were all fantastic, but the one that Dan and I went nuts for was the Blueberry Pancake. (In fact, I only got to eat half of one, because Dan ate half of mine!) The blueberries tasted so fresh!
The maple glaze was very sweet, so I assumed the cinnamon-sugar would be my favorite... but in the end of the delicious combo of the glaze with the doughnut blew me away. They didn't last 24 hours, and Dan asked me when we could get some more. The look on his face when I told him they're only on Saturdays was so funny... he went to Dunkin Donuts to attempt to feed his craving, but told me that he knew it would be the worst letdown.
Something tells me we'll be waiting in those long lines come summer, just to get some Ellie's.