Johnson’s Farm

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Sunday morning. “We’re still going out to breakfast?” Yes! My cousin drove, the first part was somewhat familiar, as we went by where we’d gone to dinner the night before. But we kept going, and then turn ed down a small country lane. Really? There’s somewhere to get breakfast back here? Yes, and apparently lots of people know about it!

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It being Johnson’s Farm! It’s past sugaring season, but they are still doing the breakfast thing.

the Sugar Shack

the Sugar Shack

where the magic of Maple Syrup happens

where the magic of Maple Syrup happens

we scored a spot on the porch!

we scored a spot on the porch!

the view from the porch

the view from the porch

Besides the horse, the farm also has a Syrian Donkey that wandered by. It looks like someone has had a go at it with a crimping iron. There was also a deer that was going in and out of the edge of the forest that both the fellow who seated us and one of the other diners felt compelled to point out like it was something special to see deer.

I did not have the M&M pancakes.

I did not have the M&M pancakes.

It was a difficult decision between sweet and savory, and in retrospect maybe I should have gone with some sort of syrup delivery vehicle, get some of the house maple, but apparently they are also famous for their doughnuts. I had mentioned the previous day’s breakfast at another place in MA had included a query as to whether I’d wanted my blueberry muffin grilled. Which, what?! Although after the initial WTH moment wore off then hmn OK, it’s like being toasted, right? and my cousin said I should have done it and that I’d have to have a grilled doughnut. Which, I’m not really a doughnut person but then what the heck, it’s a new thing and I’m on vacation. So that was already some sweet, and I went with the ham and veggie quiche. But back to the doughnut, you say. Below, in all it’s splendor and glory!

grilled Cinnamon Sugar doughnut. which was then buttered (it's toast, after all!) and consumed.

grilled Cinnamon Sugar doughnut. which was then buttered (it’s toast, after all!) and consumed.

Yes, I’m still alive. And it was pretty darn tasty. Don’t know that I need to do it again, but worth a try!

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