Is there such a thing as a ‘bad’ doughnut? I think not.
My one enduring weakness is this wonderful confection. Whether classic jam-filled, glazed ring, custard-filled, or bear-claw, I could eat some every day. It is a tribute to my self-control that I rarely buy them, and that I am happy to settle for them as an occasional treat.
Yum-Yums, Krispy Kreme, supermarket own brand, or bakers’ delight, I have sampled them all. End of the pier at the beach, five for a pound, chocolate covered, or filled, they are all simply delicious. Nothing compares to the squirt of filling that escapes, as you bite into the ‘wrong’ end. Any flavour will do. Vanilla cream for choice, strawberry, raspberry, or chocolate, white or dark, I just don’t care. Sugar topped, covered in sprinkles, crispy with glazed sugar. I’m your man, whatever the option.
People are fond of talking about ‘guilty secrets’ these days. If I had one, and it isn’t a secret, it would be the divine doughnut. I can honestly say that I have enjoyed every one that I have ever eaten.