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"Come autumn, some frequent this Snohomish farm to adopt an oversized gourd, have a hayride, or suffer the senseless loss of their shoe to quicksand-like mud in the corn maze. Others are there for apple cider donuts, and those people are correct. Fried fresh, they’re warm and airy, with a cider-backed bite and tender crispness around the edges that just hits right when the current month ends in “-ber.” You have the choice between plain and cinnamon-sugar, but you know the answer—order those puppies rolled in the good stuff. In Bob’s we trust." - Aimee Rizzo