What My Husband’s Homemade Cake Donuts Taught Me About Hospitality February 26, 2021 Updated: February 26, 2021
When my husband, Andrew, and I first bound together our souls and wallets the year after we graduated from college and moved to a new state, we, like many who marry young, were completely broke. We moved to a tiny basement apartment in Charlottesville, Virginia, with popcorn ceilings and a musty odor.
Like any other starry-eyed newlyweds, we wholeheartedly loved it.
On Saturday mornings in Charlottesville, we loved to visit the farmers market. We’d brew our own coffee as at that age, paying $4 for a cup of drip coffee still felt extravagant and outrageous and walk past the colorful stalls selling flowers, art, and baked goods.