The grammatically-correct perfectionist I used to be would scoff at my embracing of these ridiculous sweet treats, called ‘Donettes’, and unexpectedly adored by Tom Ford. My decidedly imperfect current incarnation simply wants to enjoy their powdery, sugary sweetness, their simplicity and inherent unhealthiness, and the element of nostalgia they conjure. They’re somewhere in my childhood, but I can’t quite place where and when – and it’s ok to simply be moved backward in time, even if the precise placement remains unknown.
