When I was 10 one of our field trips was to the Shipleys Donuts. My friends dad owned it so we got to behind the scenes. Talk about impressive, we sat and watched as the pretty little things came out of the hot oil and took the conveyer belt to icing city. Warm and gooey right off the highway to heaven, we ate as many as possible. Milk was essential, regular or chocolate. There was something so perfect about it all, it’s one of my happiest memories.
Even today, warm donuts make everything better.