Cider Doughnuts

Jascin N. Leonardo Finger • September 10, 2018

This is a strange roundabout way for me to thank the Mitchell House intern for all her hard work at the Mitchell House and the MMA for the summer of 2018. Kelly Bernatzky just entered her senior year at Vassar College this month. She came to the MMA via the MMA-Vassar College Fellowship that is funded by a Vassar alum and Nantucket resident for many years to help continue to foster the connection between our two organizations – one that we have had since the founding of the MMA in 1902. Kelly is from western Massachusetts.


During her Mitchell House orientation, as we made our way to several other island historic sites for her to get a better idea in a very short time about what Nantucket and its history entails, we chatted as we walked. Both about work and Nantucket, but also in a get to know you sort of way. At some pointed, I professed my undying love for Atkins Cider Donuts. I graduated from Mt. Holyoke College and any fall meeting or dorm activity or gathering also featured cider donuts and cider. In fact, parents could order Atkins Exam packages for us during exams – but it was always minus the donuts as they used to only make them in the fall. Now they make them all the time. Shipping is a bit cost prohibitive on the donuts but oh are they delicious and to me, none compare.


Well, Kelly’s mother and uncle came for a visit and on a Monday morning in June, and I was presented with two bags of cider donuts. I was so excited that it was a bit embarrassing. I am happy to report that I was able to thank the donut carrier in person – and on this blog want to make another thank you! Yum!


I have already eaten all the donuts, sorry – though I did share with Kelly. In fact, they sat by my desk all day and I had SERIOUS will power in the fact that I ate only one! The smell drove me do-nuts!


Thank you, Kelly – not just for the doughnuts – but a fantastic summer!


JNLF

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