Best thing to come out of Portland in years has to be C.’s tradition of homemade donuts on Halloween. She and A. had me and L. and a bunch of folks over for them and other assorted sweet and savory brunch items. L. made our contribution, a spinach and tomato and egg bake that looked just like it did in the picture on the website, perfect. I took a cube of that, my weight in donuts, and a scratch cheddar scone and settled in to idly watch the Jets game, drifting in and out of conversations, listening to the doorbell ring and watching new arrivals bearing quiche and bagels and cookies and candied treats.