Sunday morning was spectacularly sunny, and warming up quickly. We had our first spring day (followed by more rain today). It was perfect for our walk—with Anna, Jon, Lulu, Jesse, Rena, Nick, and Zoe—down the hill and across the Tiber to the old Jewish ghetto where one special forno makes perfect doughnuts.
When we got to the octagonal tower next to the old Cenci palazzo, we could smell the sweet warm scent of baking dough.
There was a line out the door, as expected.
(Those cakes in the window are ricotta-chocolate chip and ricotta-cherry tortes, with their crumbly, not-too-sweet burnt sugar crusts.)
Jon went in with a handful of change, and came out with the last 4 doughnuts. Just in time! These kids would have been inconsolable.
These are the antithesis of Krispy Kremes: dense, chewy, and just slightly sweet.
The Roving Locavore 
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