It was 7 in the morning when we showed up at the bakery and approached the cashier. We asked for “the item.” She said, “They’re not ready yet. Give me your name. But you can’t tell anyone you are on ‘the list.’”
I walked away feeling special. “Wow! I am on the list!” I slipped on my sunglasses and flipped up my collar. When my partner and I stepped outside the Back Door Donut bakery we saw a scattering of people, some sitting on benches, others leaning against the brick wall, all of us wearing sunglasses.
One woman walked up and sheepishly asked, “Are you waiting for the ‘you know what’?”
I nodded, “You mean the ….” and she quickly responded, “Yes. That!” We couldn’t even utter the words within the secret circle.
We looked over and a woman and her family were waiting patiently, standing by their bikes.
Then someone came out and called my partner’s name, indicating the item was ready.
“She shouldn’t have done that,” said the bicyclist, who we later learned was Kim Warren of Boston.
Letting people know you are on “the list” is forbidden. If too many people find out, the white bags with the special (and famous) apple fritters are gone too quickly, scooped up by people who haven’t learned to wait patiently, secretly, looking almost spy-like.
When Kim got her bags, she quickly gathered her family and rode away, but not before promising to email me. She explained the rules of the road. “In my family, we can only have an apple fritter if we ride for it. We call it the Tour de Apple Fritter.”
Kim Warren exiting Backdoor Donuts
“In my family, we can only have an apple fritter if we ride for it. We call it the Tour de Apple Fritter.”
Tara and Steve, enjoying their apple fritters.
“The apple fritter is delicious… it’s warm, fresh out of the oven… best apple fritter I’ve had.”
David Ross, waiting for his apple fritter.
“You cannot come to this island and not get a fritter from Backdoor.”
Jaylend, after enjoying his apple fritter.
“The apple fritters are delicious!“
