Like most red-blooded Americans, I have had a life-long love affair with donuts. I made them with my cousin Ellen in St. Louis when we were kids. I fell in love with Dunkin' as a teenager. I would walk a mile, any day, for a French Cruller (the most fattening donut of all). And I consumed as many Krispy Kreme's as a New York City gay man was allowed in the 90s.